Someone is eating breakfast.
Perhaps they live in Asia, where typical breakfast consists of savory delicacies - roasted pork and rice or a steamed bun.
In Korea kimchi is served with every meal, breakfast not an exception.
Or on “The Continent”... perhaps in France, where a rich croissant is being followed by a lovely cafe au lait. In the Netherlands, with toast with Nutella, hardboiled eggs, and colorful sprinkles. Or Turkey, with strong, black Turkish coffee, olives, and cheese.
Or in the United Kingdom, where breakfast is no better than the rest of their meals. Perhaps beans, blood sausage, and cold toast, with a lovely cup of hot tea.
In drought-ridden, impoverished parts of Africa, led by military juntas and where mothers walk miles in search of clean water hunger persists. Meals (when they exist) are sparse. “Breakfast” may be only an idea.
Or perhaps they are at Waffle House, eating a calorie and fat-laden breakfast of potatoes, bacon, eggs, an eponymous waffle.
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