tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post1025830446730654551..comments2024-03-29T09:08:05.850+00:00Comments on THE SMALL THINGS: The true wonder of breakfastTania Kindersleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-63124893554033441662009-05-07T10:51:00.000+01:002009-05-07T10:51:00.000+01:00LLG - how fascinating that you lived in Singapore....LLG - how fascinating that you lived in Singapore. I had friends who did and used to go on three week trips to visit them. I know everyone says it is sterile and featureless but I adored the wet markets and the shop houses and little India (was once there for Diwali which was a hoot) and the incredible food. I still dream of chicken rice, which I have never been able to replicate. Only those old ladies who make it in their little stalls know the secret.<br /><br />Do Americans have any concept of Marmite at all? Or do they think it a sign of British madness and decline?Tania Kindersleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-67973082568425106982009-05-07T06:13:00.000+01:002009-05-07T06:13:00.000+01:00oh I LOVE soup for breakfast. I used to have ramen...oh I LOVE soup for breakfast. I used to have ramen when I lived in Singapore. I've never understood sweet stuff at breakie. I like my French toast with Marmite, but I haven't tried this out in public yet here in America as I fear I may be lynched. LLGxxLiberty London Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10490236712607497356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-35430517625902471482009-05-06T22:12:00.000+01:002009-05-06T22:12:00.000+01:00Nene - OWN sourdough bread. I am fainting with ad...Nene - OWN sourdough bread. I am fainting with admiration. The only bread I can do is soda bread. I dream of sourdough. V impressed that Junior is rejecting evil Coco pops.Tania Kindersleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-24972461395800253872009-05-06T19:01:00.000+01:002009-05-06T19:01:00.000+01:00Oh breakfast. Hubby and I are rather obsessive abo...Oh breakfast. Hubby and I are rather obsessive about it. In the ten years we've been together we've had the exact same breakfast every day... Bowl of natural yoghurt with müesli & bowl of fresh fruit and coffee with hot milk. I have a cup of herbal tea first, my stomach doesn't approve of coffee first thing.<br /><br />On a Sunday we've been known to also make eggs, bacon & sausages w own sourdough bread to prolong the totally underrated pleasure of spending 3 hours in the company of each other & the Sunday Times...<br /><br />Junior has the choice of 1)porridge w berries & banana or 2)Weetabix w berries & banana or 3)a plate of ready-to-eat fruit (incl. berries & banana).<br /><br />I'm proud to say that he doesn't even like cereal anymore, even if we allow it on holiday. Easter holiday: 2 days of coco pops (or whatever they're called) and then back to fruit. Yeahhh!Nenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13279158503678900846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-64475802494208638652009-05-06T12:42:00.000+01:002009-05-06T12:42:00.000+01:00Titian - I really do sometimes think that a second...Titian - I really do sometimes think that a second breakfast should be mandatory. I especially like a little healthy one very early, and then a real artery buster later on. xTania Kindersleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-77508330081505609962009-05-06T12:40:00.000+01:002009-05-06T12:40:00.000+01:00Now that was just cruel - rushes to kithen for bac...Now that was just cruel - rushes to kithen for bacon and eggs. Late breakfast, er no, second breakfastTitian redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17130121166864903946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-47949007230399182152009-05-06T12:13:00.000+01:002009-05-06T12:13:00.000+01:00Jo - Strawberries macerated in rosewater is too go...Jo - Strawberries macerated in rosewater is too good. That really is a breakfast poem.<br /><br />How funny you remember the sausage sandwiches from Don't Ask Me Why. Those were taken directly from life. There was a greasy spoon in the covered market in Oxford, and it was practically the first place I discovered when I went to university - completely unreconstructed, you could smell the generations of grease - and it had the best sausage sandwiches in the world. I never forgot them. I went back there a few months ago, and of course the old caff has quite gone, some chi chi thing in its place. But the memory lingers.Tania Kindersleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-46243488325756370132009-05-06T12:07:00.000+01:002009-05-06T12:07:00.000+01:00Breakfast - oh god breakfast.... Monday we had blu...Breakfast - oh god breakfast.... Monday we had blueberry pancakes, some berries in the batter, some stewed to a compote on the side, strawberries macerated in rosewater, then for sod-it-all bank holiday-ness, fried prosciutto and maple syrup. We rolled as weebles away from the table.<br /><br />But Sundays are sacred. Every Sunday, farmhosue breakfast sausages from the butchers in Dulwich, home-made bread, white or granary but quite thick, ketchup on the side only and a pot of coffee and the papers. With the passage from Don't ask like a refrain in my mind, where they eat sausage sandwiches in the covered market with ketchup and thick black coffee... stuck in my head because of my equal and unfailing adoration of sausages and coffee I suspect.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14002322976940013176noreply@blogger.com