Breakfast hasn't always been my favourite part of the day. I've told you that before right? Well, it is now, especially on a weekday. Whilst the day starts early and hurriedly for me, breakfast comes after the kids are in school. They're comfortable and laid-back. Almost lazy.
It's the time I look forward to leisurely talks with Akber, my favourite way to spend time together. It's our time to reflect on the day before, make plans for the day to come, be together. Talk work, talk without being interrupted, actually finish a sentence. You're nodding your head in agreement, yes?
The only quiet time where Maryam isn't telling me step by step instructions on how create the perfect crown to wear to her birthday party this Thursday. Or Hassan trying to eat what he calls Mummy's 'um um'- i.e. Mummy's breakfast. He seems to have a habit of eating multiple breakfasts. One on his own, one with mummy, one with papa and one with the nanny.
Breakfast is when I get time to linger around the table, make feasts, have a moment to catch up on my favourite reads. It's also when I can make something for myself, without having to worry about who doesn't eat what and who will moan about what. Usually something sweet for me and eggs for him.
When I say sweet, it could be just a muffin or perhaps a smoothie. Maybe even pancakes. For today, it was these coconut French toasts. I urge you to make them. So leisurely, so decadent.