1. Wherever we am, during accurately 11.27am panic sets in. Cafes around a republic are switching to a lunch menu.
2. What kind of beast stops breakfast during 11.30am? Why is a cooking of eggs time-based during all? Is this some kind of nazi examination on tellurian desire?
3. The accessibility of pancakes during any time of day is fundamentally a tellurian right.
4. Maybe we could quit my pursuit and run a supervision full time for a introduction of a Mandatory All Day Breakfast bill. That would be a eminent grant to a multitude in that we live and eat. I’m not even joking. This is such an critical cause.
5. Why doesn’t home-delivery breakfast exist? No really, what’s so superb and higher about cooking as a plate that it warrants a home-delivery service? How formidable could it be to package crush browns and move them to me during my place of residence?
6. If we was into amiable bootleg activity, maybe we could graffiti ‘You don’t make friends with salad’ on a front window of each café in a land.
7. Is there some arrange of unionized inhabitant classification to whom we can residence strongly worded letters about a capricious time boundary placed on open breakfast consumption?
8. How many things in a universe are some-more emotionally comforting than blueberry pancakes with ricotta and a side of some-more blueberries? Not many, that’s how many.
9. Maple syrup and bacon: A compare done in sky or in hell?
10. The singular biggest feat of my life was grouping poached eggs and crushed avocado on potato rosti instead of bread. Some day, a café will name that plate after me and from that moment, we can die happy.
11. If we won a lottery a initial thing I’d do is start a existence TV hunt for a excellent breakfast cook in Britain and build them a prosaic adjacent to mine.
12. What’s going to be a subsequent ‘smashed avocado’? The torment is roughly too much.