Dear Big Breakfast,
I curse Globalication in your behave!
I know I ignore you when you are one step away. But when I'm far far away from home. My first thought in the morning is of you.
I don't know if it's the greasy egs, or the remembrance of an early morning after a horrible hangover. Or if it's your hotcakes that I associate to mom, and love, or that beautiful figure of your hash potatos.
Your creator has no limits, he is everywhere, reaches every culture....