Let’s get back to breakfast again. You already know I prefer about one litre of very thin coffee, and my neighbour one teaspoon of designer espresso. But maybe you belong to these human beings that were raised to wake up to the smell of almost burning pieces of dead pig’s meat. I do not want to judge here, though my nescafe is purely made by modern chemistry and only bad paid scientists suffered in the development process, I recommend to you the Bacon-cooking alarm clock








