Despite Englishmen themselves not eating porridge for breakfast, I’m reviving this old tradition in my house. I’ve stopped drinking coffee at home “for reasons strong enough for me”, although I cannot even begin to explain – I merely don’t want any coffee. But I religiously drink tea instead. So I thought this could be a fitting quote for the start of the day.
“When dress’d, I to the yard repair,
And breakfast on the pure, fresh air:
But though this choice Castalian cheer
Keeps both the head and stomach clear,
For reasons strong enough with me,
I mend the meal with toast and tea.
Now air and fame, as poets sing,
Are both the same, the self-same thing:
Yet bards are not cameleons quite,
And heavenly food is very light;
Who ever dined or supp’d on fame,
And went to bed upon a name?”
A stanza from “The Pleasures Of Imprisonment” By James Montgomery.
More breakfast poems: http://www.tastearts.com/breakfast-poem-substantial-meal-by-james-montgomery/
And while I don’t drink any alcohol for
breakfast, this is a photo of a delicious cake
in a cafe in Tallinn castle wall.
