Today was scrambled eggs with garlic, chillies, tomatoes, and a handful of chopped corriander.
For a blowout, it’s got to be scrambled eggs with smoked salmon, cream and dill on toasted brioche.
At the risk of coming over all nationalist, I prefer a good example of the full Scottish to the English equivalent. Tattie scone beats the fried bread for me.
I could no more skip breakfast than fly in the air. I usually go to sleep thinking about it.