- English muffins, with a small dollop of what I took to be honey in the center, otherwise unadorned.
- Two crystal champagne flutes full of applejack brandy.**
* Oh, wait, that's a different, more breakfast appropriate sort of apple jack.
** She carried this all the way upstairs on a tray, mercifully not spilling a drop—or more importantly, shattering our fancy flutes into a million foot-lacerating little shards. It was with regret that I suggested a breakfast-in-bed hiatus.