It started happening about four months ago: I would be reading the paper in the kitchen, and I would be overcome by the smell of bacon.

Bacon is not my meat of choice for breakfast. It’s sausage. Links or patties. With eggs and toast and potatoes. But it’s not a breakfast I have very often. I have oatmeal – whole rolled oats, brown sugar, cinnamon, topped with a sliced apple or banana – far more often.

Ordinarily, it is Pop Tarts, which are quick and clean, unhealthy and pretty American, but, really, I’m getting tired of them. It’s been a couple of years.