Even for a non-breakfast eater like me, I love the full English breakfast. There’s nothing like it. The heaviness and sinfulness of it all. It’s a “The Works” kind of morning meal. You have tea or coffee, and milk and juice, toast with marmalade, beans, bacon, sausages, sometimes black pudding, mushrooms, sunny-side up eggs (called “fried eggs”), baked beans and grilled tomatoes. You can ask for “sauce” which translates to “ketchup”, or “brown sauce” which translates to ….uhm… some brownish sauce.
A couple of weeks ago, I was indulging in a bit of retail therapy at a local mall (Note: Purchases count — Zilch. NONE. None with these kinds of prices, sorry). By 2:00 p.m., the ol’ tummy began to complain and I decided to look up the food court perhaps for a pie and coffee. I came across a little “french cafe and boulangerie” with a sign announcing that “English Breakfast is Served All Day”, and I happily tell myself — yup that’s what I would like to have. So, in I go, and precisely THAT, I ordered.
At the end of lunch, as I was waiting to pay, I noticed my unfinished toast moving. When I moved the bread aside, I found a wasp (bee?) that just won’t go away.
Kept moving around — and wouldn’t leave —
But hey, when in Rome, right? And therefore as part of my cultural immersion in this side of the pond, I do as the British. I —
I paid up, said my polite thank-you’s, and left the place with nary a complaint. In fact, for a while I debated whether to do the responsible thing of warning the food attendant, lest she be stung while clearing the plates. My recently-acquired sense of propriety however tells me the more prudent thing is to let it be, and just walk away. And that I did.
That night, I told C about this experience, every little detail —
Me : …. and then I found a WASP in my food. I mean, I don’t mean a WASP white anglo saxon protestant like you. I meant a wasp-wasp. You know, the insect.
C (with British calm and reserve): Oh you did?…
Me : Yes, I did. And you would be proud of me, because I reacted in a very British way : The very British thing to do when you see a wasp creeping on your toast….
C : (cutting in) YOU ATE IT?
Yup. Gotta love them.