Saturday morning noshing
There has been a tradition developing over the last few weeks in my home; Saturday morning breaky in bed.
There is nothing more satisfying than waking up late Saturday morning, lovingly nudging the sweet generous man in my life out of bed and sending him on a pastry and coffee run. While he is out, I usually slip into the kitchen, fetch the bed tray and get out the standard pastry accompaniments: cheeses, raspberry jam, apple butter (lovingly sent to me by my bestest best breakfast blogger buddy, Peabody. I LOVE YOU MAN! *sniff*), ham, fresh fruit of some kind (this time a tangelo) and this weeks guilty little pleasure, a locally made chocolate-fruit spread stuff. Its made here in the Okanagan and is frighteningly simple and wicked delish! All it has in it is cocoa, sugar, mango, pineapple and papaya. SINFUL!
After getting our breakfast tray all organized, I thought it would be fun to really put on the dog, so off I skipped to the china cabinet and fetched a couple champagne flutes. We just happened to have a bottle of sparkling wine chilling in the fridge and everyone knows that breaky isn’t breaky without the champagne and O.J.
Before long, my pastry knight had returned to me with a large mess of freshly baked croissants and my other guilty Saturday morning pleasure, my carmal machiatto from the Bucks. We piled our warm flaky goodies high on our tray and joyously headed back to bed for a lazy morning of noshing and watching football. And by football I mean the English version of it, more commonly know as soccer ’round these parts.
CITY TILL I DIE!!!
Well without further adieu, my Saturday morning breakfast in all it’s glory.
It’s beautiful isn’t it? Even the kitty couldn’t stay away from the breakfasty glory. It’s like a black hole, drawing in all who is near into its buttery flaky vortex of doom.
After crawling back between the fluffy fleece sheets comes the hard part. Deciding what to stuff my flaky little friends with first. My personal fave, a flavour instilled upon me one beautiful day picnicking in a park in Ottawa with none other than Peabody: mozzarella and apple butter. Oh the rapture!! Then off to raspberry jam and cheese.
After that, some standard but ever so delicious ham and brie cheese then ending on a sweet note with some croissant smothered in a generous layer of chocolate fruit spread. It didn’t take long for the plate to be decimated.
*shiver* After a feed like that and the bubbly O.J. I was ready for a mid morning nap. Can you really blame me? All I really have to say to all you breakfast fans out there is: Take some time out of your busy weeks and spoil yourself once and a while. Lounge in bed till late, eat the things you aren’t supposed to in surplus and just enjoy everything breakfast has to offer. Life is too short to deny yourself some guilty pleasures once in a while. Indulge indulge indulge!
*burp*






March 9th, 2007 at 4:35 pm
OH AZ! I forgot all about breakfast in bed…. it’s been years!!