She looked at the plate, and thought of Delftware, but suspected this one to be Chinese: an older civilization, yes, but now masters of mass production. She sighed.
She took a bite of toast, and grimaced because it was unbuttered. She cut into her egg, with its bright, spring-fresh yolk flattened somehow in the pan, and remembered the huge breakfasts she’d been served in Europe: thick pieces of fresh bread with butter and a choice of marmalade or Nutella; eggs topped with beautifully melted cheese and garnished with lettuce, tomato, and other delicious vegetation, all artistically arranged and presented.
She took a sip of coffee, instantly knew it hadn’t been brewed from freshly-ground beans, and sighed again.
What, she wondered, had ever happened to truth in advertising? She would never have ordered this breakfast if the menu had stated: “Two flat eggs flopped casually onto a plate with a bit of dry toast.”
Posted for MAGPIE TALES.
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