I
don’t often eat breakfast. Yes, I know it is the most important meal of the day. Normally it is a cup of black coffee or Earl Grey
tea. The weekend however,
is a different story. Whether it is 8am or 1pm, I like to wake up, wander into
the kitchen and begin making breakfast. Rarely are the morning menus planned,
but more a half awake decision to compile the ingredients on hand. More often
than not the meals seem to just work out.
