Breakfast at the mansion, part 1

Arising at 5:30 (not because I had to, but because I could) anyone needs a decent breakfast, I know this better than most speaking on behalf of all the people of the world who completly ignore breakfast from time to time. The mornings I spend at the parental home are however the exception that proves the half-arsed rule. So this morning I treated myself to a cup of freshly brewed coffee, a bowl of Onaka (the Japaneese sourmilk...wtf) with All-Bran breakfast cereal and Swedish strawberrys and a sandwich (long live stalebread...crackers...whatever) with homemade ground beef patty. All this enjoyed in the east-gardens of the estate.