My daily English breakfast. Except no black sausages. Or white sausages. Come to think of it, no baked beans, mushrooms or tomatoes either. Or bacon rashers or toast. Or tea. Ok, so no self-respecting Englishman would ever eat crumpets for breakfast--they are strictly accompaniments to teatime--but I've been enjoying a couple fried eggs and crumpets with coffee and juice each morning. The eggs here are better than at home--they actually have richer flavor, and the yolks are a deeper yellow, almost orange. Must be all the rain. Damp chickens lay superior eggs.
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