I love breakfast. In fact, I get up at 4:00 am just so that I can have two or three of them.
This amour- I know it hasn't always been. I think I used to just count breakfast as another opportunity to eat: cold pizza, dry cereal, a packet of oatmeal- no inspiration whatsoever. Then I met my husband.
It is not that 7 years ago P loved breakfast more than I, but we found a little "hole-in-the-wall" in downtown Charleston called "Joseph's." I put "hole-in-the-wall" in quotations as a restaurant that is any good in Charleston doesn't stay modest for long. In fact, I am sure we encountered it ages after it's inception; but in the last 7, the folks at Food Network found it, followed by the New York Times and others.
All of that aside, we discovered it during one of our long, midnight walks early in our relationship. We returned Sunday for brunch and my opinion of breakfast forever altered. Breakfast is a revelation; an event- a meal I relish, and perhaps I should wake up extra early to enjoy it. Or them.
Breakfasts. Hard to say; pleasure to digest.
I am a slight girl, and as this has not always been (OK, I enjoy being slender), I don't have whopping slabs of French Toast every morning. My favorite breakkie ('stralian for "breakfast") is a small bowl of handmade granola from Earth Fare (yes, I am aware of the hidden dangers of granola, so I measure), or a cup of Fage Total with cherries. I also enjoy a bowl of Kashi GoLean with cut up fruit, or a bagel half with peanut butter and bananas.
Even with a full belly, my mouth is watering.
Mais alors, my hubs and I are saving for a few things that are more important than daybreak indulgence, so I have been eating...
Toast. With peanut butter, jelly, bananas- but toast. Even on a nice plate with a cup of tea, romantic as it sounds, it is still toast. I'd rather not even bother. In fact, I have lost 5 lbs since I went on this diet of sorts.
Hmm...what other meals can I replace with t...oh. I know. I have issues.
But, in one quick post from Joy the Baker, I was rescued.
"Rachel, it's a cookie."
Look, I know it is. I know. But it has peanut butter and pecans in it, and it is AMAZING with my morning coffee. I have brought them twice to clients, wrapped in bows, even; and somehow I keep forgetting to give them away. So they remain at home; their hearty nourishment in my belly. I have three pieces left, and I plant to eat ALL of them tomorrow (provided I don't have too much of a saturated fat hangover from the Super Bowl festivities).
I stuck to Joy's recipe, but added about a 1/4 cup coursely chopped white chocolate. This biscotti is perfection, and I really encourage all of you to make some. You can find the recipe here.
So easy (ish). So delicious.
Have a beautiful day.