breakfast

Diet food is not a meal its a medicine.

All worries are less with wine.

Hunger gives flavour to the food.

Many a death was precipitated by the food, the job, or the medication whose main function was to postpone it.

I'll share my life with you. But, not my doughnuts.

Every revolution begins with breakfast,_ I quoted as they left. __s this your revolution, Jaxon?

I walked down the empty Broad to breakfast, as I often did on Sundays, at a tea-shop opposite Balliol. The air was full of bells from the surrounding spires and the sun, casting long shadows across the open spaces, dispelled the fears of night. The tea-shop was hushed as a library; a few solitary men in bedroom slippers from Balliol and Trinity looked up as I entered, then turned back to their Sunday newspapers. I ate my scrambled eggs and bitter marmalade with the zest which in youth follows a restless night. I lit a cigarette and sat on, while one by one the Balliol and Trinity men paid their bills and shuffled away, slip-slop, across the street to their colleges. It was nearly eleven when I left, and during my walk I heard the change-ringing cease and, all over the town, give place to the single chime which warned the city that service was about to start.

Everyone runs around trying to find a place where they still serve breakfast because eating breakfast, even if it's 5 o'clock in the afternoon, is a sign that the day has just begun and good things can still happen. Having lunch is like throwing in the towel.

Relations were never good (how comfortable can you really be with a race that sees you as a nutritious part of a complete breakfast).

Hurray', shouted Glokta. 'Porridge again!'He looked over at the motionless Practical. 'Porridge and honey, better than money, everything's funny, with porridge and honey!

One consequential change is that people used to get most of their calories at breakfast and midday, with only the evening top-up at suppertime. Now those intakes are almost exactly reversed. Most of us consume the bulk--a sadly appropriate word here--of our calories in the evening and take them to bed with us, a practice that doesn't do any good at all.

Fussing over food was important. It gave a shape to the day: breakfast, lunch, dinner; beginning, middle, end.

The Mexican people, once they have happened on a good food, he thought, flay the thing to distraction. Ham and eggs every morning now for two weeks. Since arriving in Guanajuato, bearing his typewriter, it had been the same thing each morning at nine. He stared at his plate, gently grieved.("The Candy Skull")

I've never seen anyone get so excited by breakfast before.""Are you serious? It's the most important meal of the day. Sometimes, at bedtime, I plan what I'm going to make for breakfast and then get so excited I can't sleep.

There was a bag of coffee beans beneath a harpoon gun and a frozen hunk of spinach, but there was no way to grind the beans into tiny pieces to make coffee. Near a picnic basket and a large bag of mushrooms was a jug of orange juice, but it had been close to one of the bullet holes in the trunk, and so had frozen completely solid in the cold. And after Sunny moved aside three chunks of cold cheese, a large can of water chestnuts, and an eggplant as big as herself, she finally found a small jar of boysenberry jam, and a loaf of bread she could use to make toast, although it was so cold it felt more like a log than a breakfast ingredient.

Anisette! You will eat your food, not demonstrate aerial warfare across the table with it.

Her cuisine is limited but she has as good an idea of breakfast as a Scotchw

You__e beautiful, Evie,_ came his soft comment. Having been raised by relations who had always lamented the garish color of her hair and the proliferation of freckles, Evie gave him a skeptical smile. __unt Florence has always given me a bleaching lotion to make my freckles vanish. But there__ no getting rid of them._ Sebastian smiled lazily as he came to her. Taking her shoulders in his hands, he slid an appraising glance along her half-clad body. __on__ remove a single freckle, sweet. I found some in the most enchanting places. I already have my favorites_ shall I tell you where they are?_ Disarmed and discomfited, Evie shook her head and made a movement to twist away from him. He wouldn__ let her, however. Pulling her closer, he bent his golden head and kissed the side of her neck. __ittle spoilsport,_ he whispered, smiling. ____ going to tell you anyway._ His fingers closed around a handful of the chemise and eased the hem slowly upward. Her breath caught as she felt his fingers nuzzling tenderly between her bare legs. __s I discovered earlier,_ he said against her sensitive throat, __here__ a trail inside your right thigh that leads to__ A knock at the door interrupted them, and Sebastian lifted his head with a grumble of annoyance. __reakfast,_ he muttered. __nd I wouldn__ care to make you choose between my lovemaking or a hot meal, as the answer would likely be unflattering.