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You know you’re home when you taste it

By JosiePublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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‘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.

‒ A. A. Milne, 'Winnie The Pooh'.

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Fried bread with butter easy spread

Hash browns, more golden than hashed or browned

Eggs sunny side up, cheerful and vivid like the sun

With out the hydrogen or helium

All heated in the microwave- setting reading medium

Tasting like a morning bleeding into afternoon

With food like that you know you’d better eat it soon

It may not have the spices of Morocco, Marrakech

But it sure as hell does taste like home, and I’d bet you that it’s fresh.

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I had my first taste of the good old fashioned English breakfast when I was on vacation. The first time I asked for fried toast my Spanish grandma balked. I never looked back and the calorific horror of fried toast began to smell like home. No regrets.

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