Breakfast Musings

When I lay in bed of a night, just before I drift off to sleep, my brain starts to slowly regress into that of a five year old. The topic of interest for my infantile self last night was breakfast food. I've got some crumpets in the cupboard at the moment which were quite dissapointing and I was beginning to regret not getting the scotch pancakes instead. Then I remembered a food from my actual childhood that had long since been forgotten. Piklets. I'm sure these actually existed and are not just something that I made up in a drowsy, half asleep state. They taste like, well, they're like softer crumpets in the shape of pancakes. And that's it really, that's all they are, even more dissapointing crumpets, because you're expecting pancakes, and what you get is spongy, floury nothing. That's when I wondered, did piklets get their name from the fact that they're a cross between crumpets and pancakes? Did the piklet naming comittee almost settle on crumpcakes instead? Perhaps then you wouldn't be quite so dissapointed, because at least crumpcakes sounds like they'd be made of sawdust, which frankly they might as well be.
 As it goes, this was a fairly concise and intelligible train of thought. The only trouble with it was that throughout the half an hour or so that it lasted, the word 'crumpets' was replaced with the word 'crumplets'. A small slip, but it wasn't until I woke up the next morning that I realised that 'crumplets' are neither a word nor a food, and I suddenly felt stupid enough to actually be a five year old.