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.
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I miss our coffee dates, and your lovely laugh, so much.
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