… And back in India, they make “tawa toast”, with crudely sliced whole loaf a bread, and the purists would do it over open wood or coal fire: take a griddle, smear it lightly with ghee (butter is a poor cousin, but will do, :-/), put the slices on it, and toast.
Flip till the aroma of the midly (just enough) scalded toast wafts in the air.
Down it only with a glass of spiced milk tea, the “chai”.
Back in the streets of Calcutta, old times, early in the morning, this is street breakfast.
Poetry in food, if there were one, ;-)!