Do you ever feel like there will never be enough time in the world? These days are passing by in a blur, one after the other, leaving behind a trail of unreached goals and unmet deadlines, and the searing hot guilt of the serial underachiever.
Nevermind. On Sundays I still take the time to treat myself to a good breakfast and this, my friends, is the breakfast of champions.
Sourdough bread, toasted, spread with a generous amount of butter.
Chard, wilted in a bit of olive oil and garlic and chili flakes.
Duck eggs, poached, using this miraculous method from Delia, which has transformed my egg poaching experience. Before: deconstructed filaments of doom, tears, tantrums, deep seated feeling of inadequacies, self-victimisation (“why does the poached egg hate me? why? WHY?”). After: perfectly formed poached egg, minimal fuss, propensity to call myself an “egg ninja”.
Parmesan shavings, kampot pepper.
Eat while sitting in the sun with the heating turned on and the steam rising from a cup of tea.
What are you having for breakfast today?