“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.
(A. A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner)
What’s for breakfast?
Coffee brewed on top of the pot of noodle soup and filtered through muslin bags. Served in a glass, dark and thick above a layer of condensed milk.
Baguettes – a legacy of French colonialism.
And donuts. One was enough of those.