I went for a meal at some friends’ house. They cooked chicken fillets in breadcrumbs. During the meal, something of an encomium to breadcrumbs developed. People spoke while others nodded; there was general concensus that breadcrumbs are bloody great. They’re tasty, crunchy, accessible - and, what’s more - versatile; the girls spoke of the various ways breadcrumbs can complement a meal.
“Great on toast, too”, interjected one of the boys.
“Mmm! haven’t tried it but sounds good!” replied one of the girls, eyes awoken as she quickly gulped down a morsel of chicken.
The conversation changed its course, drifted into third gear and coasted forth, while the stringless shadows bobbed gently, mildly, on the lamplit wallpaper behind.