Farm Life, Worst Life
Creamy scrambled eggs topped with freshly grated pepper. Thick slices of homemade bread toasted and dripping in butter. A rasher of bacon sizzling on the stove. Oranges nestled all around the kitchen in an assortment of cornflower-blue crockery. That is what I expected from breakfast on the farm. What I got instead was an helter-skelter spattering of carbohydrates heaped uninvitingly...