][1]There’s a thought provoking wee piece here in The Telegraph in which Bee Wilson ponders the perfect cooked English breakfast. Is black pudding a travesty or an essential?
The debate thunders on.
It contains a lovely quote from a Victorian writer who reckons that brekkers should be composed of a main dish of bacon and eggs plus other sundries for those who are too sick to touch the main attraction.
PG Wodehouse would have approved, one suspects. The blog loves the line where he has Bertie Wooster complain that ‘I couldn’t face breakfast so I told Jeeves to drink it himself.’
What do you think makes the perfect Scottish breakfast? Is a tattie scone essential? Is it too early for haggis?