Once I discovered the crumpet I had nothing left for bagels or muffins. Toast was dead to me. The less dusty, less crumby cousin of the English muffin. I’m into it. I have a little cheer I do while they toast. “C-R-U-M! P-E-T-S! Hey!” Clap and repeat. Annoy your neighbors. It’s fun. Once, upon arriving in London, starving, I walked out of the train station and across the street was this little bakery called Crumpets. I’m sure it’s the equivalent of our dunk n donuts or whatever but I felt seen and heard by the universe. I darted right over there. This was going to be the first thing I ate in London and I was over the fucking moon about it! The shop smelled great, the pastries were all shimmering and shining the display case… but I didn’t see any crumpets. Not one, not plural. None-zo. When I asked I was informed that they had run out of crumpets. In that moment, out of desperation and sadness my stomach ate my heart. I walked outside with the shop attendant and pointed up at the glowing sign that read simply “Crumpets!”. We both had a good laugh. The irony. I never did get a crumpet while I was there. I had plenty of pudding, yikes. Some mind blowing fish and chips. Oh, and oysters for breakfast at The Wolseley, the most beautiful restaurant I have ever been in. So not all was lost. Anyhow..

“C-R-U-M! P-E-T-S! Hey!”

Day 61: Sautéed greens with crispy shiitakes and poached egg + crumpet on the side. Yogurt with berries, crispy quinoa, cocoa nibs and chia. *if you crisp up the mushrooms they are sort of like little lardons. Mmm.