Breakfast Diaries: Tropical Leftovers

The other night for dinner, I made fish with a rather simple mango salsa recipe. In fact, I'm not even sure how much I enjoyed it with the fish at the time. I'm rather hard on myself when cooking so in hindsight nothing ever tastes proper in my mind at the time. 

I had all this left over salsa left and wasn't quite sure what to do with it until, I hit me. Light bulb. Breakfast. 

Toast topped with Avo + Egg + Mango Salsa. Quick, easy and brilliant. I loved the taste combination. I might dare say I liked this combo better than the fish. 

To make the whole meal even better, I found some coconut the other day at Food Lover's Market. Coconut water was the perfect drink for this meal, It's been so warm in South Africa these days. 

I'll spare you today's breakfast diaries. Pizza and Coffee. No picture, I devoured that pizza so fast this morning it was barely a thought in my mind. #Iusedtobefat 

Breakfast Diaries: 10:15

It's 10:15.

I've woken up.

I did not make my bed.

But I've made scrambled eggs and pancakes from scratch for more than just myself.

I've had two cups of coffee.

Done two loads of laundry.

Started dinner. 

Washed dishes.

And am perfecting the art of the Pinwheel.

I'd say not too shabby for an average tuesday morning. 

the rest of the day shall be spent walking the dog, finishing laundry, folding laundry if I don't decide to find something more important to do and maybe finish a book. 

happy tuesday folks. 

Breakfast Diaries: Eat Cake For Breakfast

#eatcakeforbreakfast 

I have a sweet tooth. Not really any old ordinary one. I have a cake obsession. For my 23 birthday two friends of mine baked me 23 cupcakes with the big muffin pan. Within 36 hours, I ate the majority of the batch. I shared a couple. The year before, another friend baked me a cake and I hate the entire thing within 24 hours. Would I consider this a problem? Not really. I also love everything breakfast. Why not mix the two? I've been noticing a trend that's catching on. Kate Spade has some of my favorite accessories for my favorite philosophy. I decided to compile an inspiration board for the cake lovers out there. Enjoy.  

my lovely friend ashley baked the above cake for my 25th birthday. Chocolate cake from scratch with cute little flag bunting on top. It was scrumptious. She surprised me when she picked me up from a flight, then I had the cake for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Then she snuck some in a paperbag with other goodies for my flight to South Africa. She knows the way to my heart. 

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Breakfast diaries: Magic

It is the little things in life that makes me extremely happy. For instance, going to bed by 10pm and waking up at 630am knowing that the full nine hours of sleep is in fact not a myth. It is magic. 

Other little things, driving to my friend Jason's house at 650 in the morning because Joe Lieske is in town from Chicago. Joe Lieske is also known for making great coffee among other things. He made me coffee. That too was also, magic. 

Also miniature disco balls at 7 in the morning also cause me to holler rants about it being a party.  That was not magic, that was because it had an on and off switch with pretty colors. There is no photo to describe what I'm talking about. 

Jason mentioned to me he had never seen me so happy in the morning. I also never sleep. There could be a link to the two. 

Other little things, driving at 745am to meet my long lost friend, Lexi, for breakfast at Eat Chow. Scrumptious food and lovely company.I also was talking about a million words per minute because from the previous excursion including coffee with a beyond empty stomach. That too could be considered, magic. I only discovered this around 9am when I called Jayde and he explained to me how fast I was speaking. Although by then, I was on coffee two, three, maybe four. That is not magic. That is just considered an intense caffeine kick. 

All of this was done before 9 am. 

The morning was delightful. 

thirty-six hours: extended

I love weekends. 
I love Summer. 
I especially love extended weekends due to public holidays. 

 

1. Baby Emmett passed out /// 2. Labor Day brunch with homemade waffles /// 3. Beautiful beach day. /// 4. Anchorman in the pool /// 5. Crazy Clouds /// 6. He works out. 

I'm ready for another long weekend, anyone else?

Breakfast Diaries: Expectation --> Reality

Expectation: I plan to blog every night. 

Reality: I blog maybe once every few weeks. 

It's a truth that I feel most of us need to accept. There is an expectation and there is a reality.  I have started a million blog topics in my head but alas, here we are and not a lot to show for it. 

 

Once a blue moon ago I mentioned my love of breakfast and everything that goes with it. Since I became a working girl this love has been put on the back burner. With that said, I have attempted to eat healthy on-the-go. 

See what I mean. . .

this is how i started my morning. . . then it happened. 

a starbucks coffee ( that someone gracious gave to me because they had an extra. ) and two Krispy Kreme donuts later. Yep. It's Donut Friday.

Happy Friday, folks

Breakfast Diaries: I never wanna break up with you

I go to bed thinking about breakfast.

At least this is true for last night, I went to the gym, had a midnight snack and then thought, "man I can't wait for breakfast."

I love breakfast dates. I will never not go to one. I remember one time I went on one at 6 a.m. when I had only gone to bed at 3 or 4. I hate mornings though.  This might be a crazy thing.

Southern Breakfasts are my favorite. Anything smothered in gravy. nom. nom. nom.

Lately, I've been on a Green onion kick. Actually, let's be honest. When cooking for one, you have to be on at least a week kick because then produce goes bad. So green onions have been going in EVERYTHING.

For instance, my Tuesday breakfast. Banana, because they are going bad soon; An egg, chili pepper, green onion, grilled tomato and Trader's Joe's variation of South African flavor (this one is still questionable for me); Coffee, there is always coffee.