I got the veggie version, subbing mushrooms for sausage and bacon. Here's the play by play:
(Baked beans, fried eggs, sauteed mushrooms, tomatoes and two cheeky slices of toast hiding under the 'shrooms.)
I'm still eating the British way, which I learned was the correct way: fork in left hand and knife in right throughout. Only children and Americans switch mid-eating maneuver to shovel the food into the mouth I was told.
Knife and fork on right signals a a completed breakie. What you're failing to see is the bottomless coffee I had instead of tea -- English Breakfast, Seattle-style. Yum yum.
I'm actually also doing a bit of a poll, and I invite you to cast your vote. The book I'm writing, a memoir of four years in England, is still a work-in-progress, but needs a name.
There are three ideas I have so far. What do you think?
- Tea + Toast: A story steeped in England
- Swimming in Treacle
- Full English
Sometimes living in England felt like swimming in treacle to me -- an exercise in resistance punctuated by sweetness.
I think the other two are self-explanatory.
Anyway, thanks for letting me know in the comments if you like any of my potential names.