One occasion where it isn’t rude to stare. Go right ahead.
I consulted everything in this photo, and I have permission. It’s flattered, honestly.
Take a second to take in the syrupy, glistening, rich sheen. Check out the hunks of crisped smoky bacon. Ogle the soft, sweet, mellow onion and the spicy chunks of jalapeno.
Coffee is in there, for deep flavor and color. Also apple cider vinegar, for the balance that a sharp bite brings. They’re a bit camera-shy, but beloved just the same.
So, yeah. That’s what I’ve been doing with my life: making decadence happen.
A couple of years ago, I completely lost my capacity to sleep in. Weekend, weekday, it doesn’t matter–I’m not sure if it’s old age or my oft-crazy work schedule. Either way, it frustrated me at first. Upon some clear-headed reflection (over warm, fluffy pancakes), I realized there are many more upsides than downsides to this:
-If I’m still tired, I can have mimosas, go back to bed, and nap like a baby. I’d still wake up as if I slept in, plus, juice and booze!
-Cartoons… If I were into them.
-Garage sales… If I were into them.
-You know, productivity?
-Not sounding sleepy when mom calls at 11 on a Sunday. She must be so proud.
-Most importantly, weekend breakfast. What a special, gloriously blissful thing.