“We met every morning, still bearded with toast crumbs from our continental breakfasts.”
“If our cover breaks in here, we’re toast. Worse that toast, we’re the crappy crumbs of carbon left at the bottom of a toster oven that I haven’t cleaned out in three months.”
“This one looks good,” said Chong over breakfast the next morning. Benny read out loud from the paper. “‘Pit Thrower.’ What’s that?” “I don’t know,” Chong said with a mouth full of toast. “I think it has something to do with barbecuing.” It didn’t.”
“Sherlock said, 'He eats Cheerios for breakfast with our son, Sean,' and smiled. 'I eat a slice of wheat toast with crunchy peanut butter.”
“The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.”
“One warm morning in July, a ghost came to our breakfast table.”