The beginning of winter. Tippy-toeing into the kitchen to whisk some eggy batter for french toast (recipe), pouring a glassful of cold milk. Opening a jar of Bonne Maman and slicing a banana left on the bench top.
Meanwhile, starting up the old record player. This week's playlist has been The Carpenters and ABBA.
No wonder waking up early seems to be much easier than getting up on a school day.
Tomorrow's breakfast will consist of leftover brunch; pancakes and Kamran's amazing homemade chocolate sauce liquid gold.
Finishing the end of a novel.
If only breakfasts could be like this every day.
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Some amateur photography work over here.
