Breakfast Puns Novels & Stories

He said he just made it one. Then somehow, we started debating whether cereal counted as soup. “It’s not soup,” I argued. “Soup is cooked. Cereal is chaos in a bowl.” “So you’re telling me,” he countered, “if I heat up milk and pour it over cereal, I just made breakfast soup?” “Exactly,” I said proudly. “That’s criminal,” he muttered, pretending to be horrified. “You should be arrested for culinary blasphemy.” We laughed so hard I almost dropped the phone. Then there were quieter moments too, when his voice softened.

He asked. “Yeah, quite a few. Drew and I wrote them down somewhere, though we’ve not concluded on any yet.” I answered and he nodded. “I made breakfast, just the way you like it.” He smiled at me, getting up and walking into the kitchen. I followed him and in there was a mountain heap of pancakes, sausages and eggs. “When did you do all of these?” I asked him. “Well, few minutes ago. I figured everyone would be tired and probably wake late since we all went to bed at an odd hour, so I just thought to make something simple yet delicious for breakfast. It’s a banana flavored pancakes.” He replied, grinning.

“Yours is prepared with shit, you ungrateful bastard.” “Well that explains the taste-” “I will go find my cain and hit you with it!” I grabbed a burrito from my plate and took a bite. I mentally moan at the delicious cheesy taste of meats, eggs and sauce. Breakfast burritos are one of my favorite types of breakfast foods. My other favorite is chocolate chip waffles with a bowl of fruit and cheesy bacon omelet with thin slices of cinnamon sprinkled french toast. I took another bite, letting my mind drift off as my grandparents playfully argued in the background.

gosh, you're so clumsy eli i was too lazy to open my eyes, and then i crashed, lazy again u i turned the bathroom door and then finally entered, i also opened my eyes of course i might fall down, and my problem would get even wor i also spent a few minutes there then decided to go down so that—of course for me to eat again, i was able to reduce, so i can eat aga breakfast is an important meal of the day, so don't skip your breakfast, oka wow, i'm advising now whereas then i was telling the otherwise. anyway, while i was going down i was holding my stomach while frowning which made an idea pop into my he i'll make a drama with my parents fir

she clapped her hands together but got groans and murmured responses. "Can you please explain to me why we couldn't do this breakfast thing at 11am?" Jordan mumbled grabbing a blueberry muffin from one of the many plates of food on the table "when we've all gotten enough sleep." "Well, if we did this at 11am it wouldn't be breakfast anymore it'd be brunch" Maya quipped, admiring her handy work. There was crispy bacon strips, pouched eggs, pancakes, blueberry muffins, pork bangers, tomato slices, cucumber slices, toast, avocado, an array of sliced cheese, sliced fruit, orange juice, coffee, tea and Riley and Jordan's kale, mango and banana smoothie. "Besides, if we're going to find a way to k

Surely I might just be walking on tight rope here. I waited before the day had broken very well before I left the house. I was off to my breakfast café. I had bacon and hot chocolate. It was a boring breakfast. The food smelt nice but it was tasteless in my mouth and I soon lost my appetite. The only reason I forced myself was that I could not afford to start my day on an empty stomach. I glanced at the door as I ate, hoping that Xander would just burst through the door and put my waring mind to ease with some of his jokes. I went back to my meal and glanced at the door again less than 30 seconds later.

Breakfast was simple… toast, scrambled eggs, and orange juice… but with him, even a normal meal felt special. Ronan leaned against the counter, watching me butter my toast. “You know,” he said softly, “I never thought I’d enjoy something as boring as breakfast this much.” I laughed, shaking my head. “It’s just breakfast,” “Not with you,” he said, eyes soft, warm. “You make everything better.” I felt my chest tighten. “You’re such a cheeseball,” I teased, though my smile was shy.

“Answer, Ms. Maxwell.” I sighed. There was no harm in answering, even if was a stupid question. “Scrambled.” “Do you prefer toast or hashbrowns?” “Toast.” “Bacon or sausage?” “Sausage.” “Thank you. You can go. We are done here.” I looked up at him in disbelief. “You came all the way here just to ask me what I like for breakfast?” He looked at me with an amused smile. “Have a great day, Ms. Maxwell.”

he gawks at me. “You’re kicking me out,” is what I think he wants to say, but it sound muffled and he’s making disgusting smack sounds in the process. I walked to the fridge to grab orange juice and a glass for myself. “Don’t be gross, motherfucker,” he snickers. I helped myself to a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon strips and sausages, topping it up with two slices of toasted white bread. “Big day today, huh?” he says after sipping on his water. Who the hell washes down breakfast with water? Juice is there for a reason.

Pancakes, bacon, eggs and cut fruits - the complete breakfast. “Ten bucks say there is orange juice in the fridge.” I realized too late that I had said it out loud. Jackson looked up and smirked. “Do you want it in cash or should I send it to your e-wallet?” I grinned despite myself and I saw the smirk falter on Jackson’s face. “Did you brush?” He spoke after a brief clear of his throat. “You don’t look like you did.” My grin disappeared. Bitch. “I am going to go do that.”