12” tweezers exist, and are suprisingly functional when picking out individual breakfast meat slices.
The French, like most other Europeans, eat lunch meat for breakfast. Which I routinely steal in the form of a sandwich for later.
Christopher Cross has a greatest hits album, which the Mecure breakfast cook or someone in a position of power loves a little too much.
French cottage cheese is tweaked yogurt, no chunks.
Serving filter (“American”) coffee and American bacon pains the French to no end, although they are resigned to it.