Breakfast the One-Hundred-and-Fifty-Fourth

Poached egg and spinach on marmitey toast.

Today I have been mostly turning bread into breadcrumbs. It's amazing how many 3/4 finished loaves of sliced bread a bit of guddling in the freezer will produce. I made enough crumbs to fill a two litre ice-cream tub. I've already put some to good use in a treacle tart (which I have eaten unholy quantities of).

I suppose the other crumbs will eventually find their way into burgers, or onto fishcakes and the like. (Home-made fishcakes are, it turns out, the perfect thing for using up left-over mashed potatoes.)