Yes, my birthday was last week. I am now squarely into my 30s, no getting around it. These things happen and the best way to deal with it is eat as if I still have the metabolism I had when I was in my 20s, when it would have been very easy to confuse me with a hummingbird: always moving and always eating and always remaining on the wee side of creation.
I was thinking about what I wanted to do to celebrate ahead of time, and one thing that kept coming to mind was breakfast. Why not start the day off with something extraordinary? Breakfast is a meal that I love—I am always so hungry in the mornings—but rarely put much effort into. A normal breakfast consists of bread, cheese, jam, an egg (usually hard-boiled), a banana and yoghurt. Sometimes for a “treat” I combine the jam, banana and yoghurt for a smoothie.
So it seemed like a proper, slightly decadent breakfast was called for. I started daydreaming of The Golden Corral, which has the mother of all breakfast buffets. I have mixed feelings about buffets but I get really happy whenever there’s someone to make me an omelet to order. And french toast. And hash browns. And blueberry pancakes. And flaky, buttery biscuits spread with strawberry jam. Oh my.
I didn’t go quite that far, considering it was just me and Hungry Husband, but my eggs, (beef) bacon and Apple Cakes from Joy The Baker, served with cute little glasses of homemade cinnamon syrup, made me happy. And full. And after breakfast? I took a nap, because that is what old people like me do when our stomachs are full.