It is often said, that if you wish to eat well in England, you should eat 3 breakfasts a day.
Well, I don't think that holds true these days, but probably back in post-war England it was wise advice.
Personally I never miss a good breakfast, whether it be a full French (croissants and coffee), a full English (sausages, bacon, eggs, beans, black pudding, kidneys, tomatoes, mushrooms, fried bread, and just a few chips), or even a full Swiss (sawdust with currants).
Recently I've had an uncontrollable yearning for Marmalade. Hot buttered toast with Marmalade; oh yes! Even the mediocre Marmalade I bought recently (to assuage my yearning) tasted good.
I've been trying to get Lady Magnon to make some of her dangerously dark, brooding, Armagnac flavoured Marmalade, but to no avail. I suppose I'll have to roll my own sleeves up.
The last time I made Marmalade was after a spell in Marrakesh. I half-inched an Orange from one of the trees lining the Avenue Mohammed V (probably a hand-chopping offence), and converted it into Marmalade on my return home. It was surprisingly good.