Saturday mornings are for big breakfast. As mentioned previously, I've been gearing myself up to find the aesthetics in the little things. What can be more pleasing to the eye than good food? Saturday mornings usually consist of me waking up (thanks body clock) by 9ish 10 and quietly creeping out to the kitchen, finding whatever's left of that week's fridge remains and throwing them into the pan - hopefully not waking up A in the process.
Last Saturday was no different - leeks, potatoes, long beans in a my own version of a fritata topped with avocado and some spicy drummets. (yes frozen drummets, hehs.) When peaches craves drummets, you give her drummets. To top it off, a little fruit - yellow kiwis are a current favourite from my father.
On a side note : considering my poor poor record of keeping plants alive in the house (2 dead succulents believe it or not), am proud to report that our fiddle leaf plant is still growing strong. All my hopes are on that one. Don't give up on me now.