Ever since we had our first holiday together to Paris, French food has held some kind of significance for us - and when has that ever been a problem? I enjoy oven-warmed butter croissants with lashings of butter and apricot jam, all washed down with fresh coffee. The SO prefers it plain, and isn't even that bothered about warming them up, which I find a little bit mental. If I enjoy breakfast alone, sometimes I'll ditch the butter and jam and instead cover my croissant in cheese. I know, it sounds so weird but it's AMAZING.
Bacon with just about anything
If you ask the SO about his favourite breakfast food it will hands-down be bacon, and I struggle not to agree with him. A fry-up is ace, with hash browns and sausages and tomatoes and toast and scrambled egg, but sometimes it can all seem a little too daunting first thing in the morning. This is when the bacon sandwich comes into its own. With lashings of brown sauce (or ketchup if you must) and a mug of coffee, there is nothing better than a delicious bacon sandwich.
Boiled egg with soldiers
It may not be the most practical breakfast food for eating in bed, but to me there is nothing greater than dippy eggs and soldiers. They HAVE to be toasted and smothered in butter, with the eggs cooked just right so you get an ooze of bright orange when you dip in. This is always my domain whenever we have it for breakfast, as the SO just can't the hang of it, but that's fine cause his bacon sandwiches leave mine looking miserable and his cheese on toast WOW. If boiled eggs aren't on the menu, I loved scrambled egg with smoked salmon or poached egg on buttery toast. YUM.