I absolutely
love breakfast, especially on lazy mornings. There's something about the morning; it's quiet, the light is soft, the world is slowly waking, rubbing the sleep from its eyes.
My guilty pleasure? Eating my breakfast in bed. Yes, I know. Crumbs, stains, dribbles, the horror! But I do. It's my way of inviting the morning to stay; stretching the minutes as far as they'll go. Indulgently sipping my coffee and nibbling on fruit and eggs, or pancakes, or fig and almond oatmeal, or pan toast, or...oh, the possibilities. Have I mentioned I
love me some breakfast?
Sadly, this only occurs on weekends or holidays. I suppose if I actually woke up to my alarm instead of giving the snooze button far too much attention, it might be possible.
They were all amazing and turned out perfect. AND I've never baked from scratch, ever - without my expert mother carefully watching and guiding me, that is. Can I just say, yum, yum, YUUUUUM. I'm definitely not one of those people who sneer at, well, just about
any food. That list is shockingly small. So, moving on from my inappropriate love of all things edible, check out Deb's
Smitten Kitchen blog immediately. You will be in foodie heaven.
Any recipes or morning habits to share with me? I'd love to hear.
Have a sweet week! xoxo