That’s right, this morning, I actually ate breakfast. For those of you who know me, you will realize the extreme rarity of the situation. Usually I don’t like breakfast, partly a combination of time, the menu, and getting sick afterwards. However, this morning, I ate breakfast later in the morning, and so my stomach took it quite well. The menu consisted of:
- French toast with powdered sugar and syrup (do you say ’sear-up’ or ’sir-up’?).
- Hash browns.
- Chocolate milk.
- Chocolate muffin.
Believe, I know it’s the worst meal in the world, but hey, it’s Bromley, and it’s the best I can do. At least I ate breakfast.
That looks so delicious