Quotes About Breakfast

The laziest man I ever met put popcorn in his pancakes so they would turn over by themselves.

Hamburgers! The corner-stone of any nutritious breakfast.

She reached out one hand, pulled two slices of toast from the toaster, and stacked them on a plate. "Need help?" I asked. "No. Just sit down. Your eggs are ready." She lifted the pot off the stove and started to bring it to the breakfast table. Steam from the pot fogged her glasses.

See? she heard Shane yell at the kitchen. She doesn't stomp around like a cattle stampede! Bite me, Collins! No bacon for you, either!

Rambo was a Green Beret, Hannah said. Please. We eat those army boys for breakfast.

Goooodmorning, my little jumping bean. I got your salsa right here, bimbo, she said.

Get out of bed and feed me already, person!

We've only been sitting here forty minutes. I'm never at the morning table less than an hour and a half. I do some of my finest plotting over breakfast coffee and raisin brioche.

There's something mystical about perfect hash browns, something that stirs the soul

As for the butter-side-up day: Each morning, he makes one extra slice of toast with breakfast, lays it on the kitchen table, and in a contrived-casual way, he knocks it to the floor. If it lands butter side up, he eats it with pleasure, confident that the day will be good from end to end. If it lands butter side down, however, Malcolm throws the toast away, wipes up the butter, and goes about his day with heightened awareness of potential danger.

Kahvalt? tepsisini kar?m?n baÅŸucuna b?rakmak üzereyken kafas?n? kald?r?p yüzüme bakt?; "zaman? geldi mi" diye sordu.

They sleep late and make a breakfast from the fruit trees and garden in the building's courtyard: sweet oranges, tangerines, tomatoes, grapefruit, avocado. They sit on a fold-out aluminum love seat on his balcony with plates and knives and a bowl of salt. A trail of juice runs along her fingers and Han kisses her palms.

Harmless as a setting dove, he agreed. I'm too hungry to be a threat to anything but breakfast. Let a stray bannock come within reach, though, and I'll no answer for the consequences.

could murder a plateful of eggs.

If Scotsmen were stubborn about anything—and, in fact, they tended to be stubborn about quite a number of things, truth be known—it was the virtues of oatmeal parritch for breakfast. Through eons of living in a land so poor there was little to eat but oats, they had as usual converted necessity into a virtue, and insisted that they liked the stuff.

Her breath was warm on his cheek, smelling of fried egg.

Having ensured the health of his bowels by disposing of his parritch in short order, he proceeded to add a French breakfast of buttered rolls and steaming chocolate on top of it.

My kids like their eggs with catsup. I like mine with salsa.

I've been learning how to soft-scramble eggs. And once you've had an amazing soft-scrambled egg, you cannot go back. It takes a little bit more work, but they're really great.

I don't eat eggs.

Everyone who makes this cake can't believe how easy it is! The ricotta and sour cream keep the cake moist and the blueberries and lemon zest give it lots of flavor. Even if you're having breakfast for dinner, you still need to have dessert, right?

THAT BEGAN a spell of time when the high point of my days was the sugar on my cereal.

Few people arise in the morning as hungry for God as they are for cornflakes or toast and eggs.

It's no laughing matter when you have to fight with the roaches to see who gets the cornflakes.