Unflattering Plate,
Disappointing Breakfast
by George Reece
me as I tucked into my sausage
Iandt struck
eggs one morning last week in a café
near King's Cross; fashion is everything.
My breakfast had been delivered on one
of those trendy, modern, rectangular
plates you see, and while on close
inspection all was present and correct;
hash brown, beans, bacon, tomato, toast,
even a little mushroom; the breakfast
seemed too small. On a more traditional
round plate, the meal would have spread
out and occupied space in a less ordered
way, but on this long thin platter the
same amount of food looked somewhat
disappointing. It shrank from my eye. The
thought occurred to me that the plate did
not flatter the food.
In much the same way, we look for
clothes that fit us in a clean and
positive way, making us look the best
we can. We ad