I an one of the few Americans who do not like raw, cold fruit for breakfast. Yet, breakfast is my favorite mead. I look forward to it with more pleasure than to any other repast, and I enjoy it more. With a slight substitution (fish-ball for egg) on Sunday. I eat the same things for breakfast and at the same hour (7.13) every day in the year, and like white wings, I never grow weary.
"As I Like it", Seribner's October.