I will never forget the puckering in my mouth and the great shiver that ran down my spine when one morning at breakfast I popped a small boor-geresy into my mouth. Breakfast , Text Nr. The thing about breakfast is that my stomach is rarely strong enough, upon having just woken up, to actually eat a monstrous breakful of pancakes and eggs and sausages and cereals and canteloupe slices. Brunch works very nicely, but must be prepared by someone else to really work properly. Most breakfast foods seem to be brown or yellow or white or orange.
Jams come in lots of different colours, though.
I guess that is the only way to get blue or purple into your morning meal. Yes, the one I keep in my pocket as I travel down this dusty Lost Highway. Breakfast , Text Nr. Broken is broken. Breakfast , Text Nr.