I love breakfasts on the weekends. I’m always so rushed on weekdays… breakfast is usually a bowl of shredded wheat scarfed down while checking the weather. Weekends are a bit slower.
If I’m cooking, it’s something simple, like toast with butter and lemon-rosemary marmalade and hot cocoa.
If Justin’s cooking, you can bet there will be eggs, bacon, coffee, and tortillas.
I’m still not a big fan of breakfast for dinner… I’m not sure why. I guess it seems like the food’s a bit out of season… it’s supposed to be eaten at breakfast. You look forward to breakfast because that’s the only time you eat these things. Did I mention I like to follow the rules, even if they’re arbitrary?