Things of Happiness: Second Breakfast.

When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender, of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.
-Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows


This is going to have very little to do with clothing--but seeing as we have to eat to live in order to wear clothes, it fits in a very broad and stretchy kind of way.

I love breakfast. More specifically I love second breakfast--Hobbit style--or brunch. I have hard time eating first thing in the morning so I usually have a cup of tea and a piece of candy (oops!) first, then real breakfast an hour or so later.


Rose-bouquet tea, summer fruit tart from work, chocolate disks.


Nutella croissant from work, regular old black tea.


Soft-boiled egg, toast soldiers with butter, rose-bouquet tea (I think, I drink it a lot).


French peasant bread (toasted), orange juice, Mariage Freres 'Eros' tea.


Tea of some kind, corn muffins with butter and raspberry jelly.


Waffles made from scratch, breakfast sausage, grapefruit slices, Summertime Blue tea.

I love taking pictures of food, especially breakfast. And something about the late morning meal reminds me of Victorian things, inexplicably, and a memory of eating corn muffins next to the pachysandra one summer at a little table in the midst of The Secret Garden obsession.