I've often wondered what hotel chains mean by "Free Continental Breakfast."

Well, okay. I get the free part. It's the "continental" part that throws me for a loop.

What's continental about cereal, coffee and maybe a stale danish if you get to the lobby quick enough?

Oh, the unanswered questions that plague my mind, and will continue to do so because, sadly, this isn't a post about how I discovered the origin of the term.

It is, however, about how I discovered what the term should really entail.

This morning I cracked an egg onto the griddle. Imagine my surprise when I noticed it looked exactly like the United States.

At least, as close to looking like the United States as an egg can get.

Don't believe me? See for yourself.

Quite literally, continental breakfast in it's truest form.

The resemblance is uncanny, is it not?

I kind of feel that such an egg should not have been eaten because, really, it's not every day someone discovers a country in their breakfast.