Sorry for the delay in posting, I've been out of pocket in Louisiana. Reading tons, writing not much. One thing I did read which caught my eye was Colin Dexter's description of the English Breakfast.
Few English families living in England have much direct contact with the English Breakfast. It is therefore fortunate that such an endangered institution is perpetuated by the efforts of the kitchen staff in guest houses, B & Bs, transport cafés, and other no-starred and variously starred hotels. This breakfast comprises (at its best): a milkily-opaque fried egg; two rashers of non-brittle, rindless bacon; a tomato grilled to a point where the core is no longer a hard white nodule to be operated upon by the knife; a sturdy sausage, deeply and evenly browned; and a slice of fried bread, golden-brown, and only just crisp, with sufficient fat not excessively to dismay any meddlesome dietitian. That is the definitive English Breakfast. And that is what the French, the Germans, the Italians, the Japanese, the Russians, the Turks … and the English, also, with their diurnal diet of Corn Flakes and a toasted slice of Mother’s Pride—that is what they all enjoy as much as almost anything about a holiday. The Americans, too, though there are always exceptions.
Colin Dexter - Jewel That Was Ours
I don't know what it is about Dexter, but I enjoy his writing probably more than most others. It generally requires more concentration, but the rewards are worthwhile.
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