Here are Chez Magnetobold we are trying on a new routine for size.
And, if it sticks it shall be exalted to the dizzying heights of ‘tradition’.
Sunday morning hot breakfast.
Cause I have realised that if MPS has some hot food in his belly in the morning he is more likely to get shit done instead of sit on his non existent arse playing Angry Birds or whatever it is he does when he locks himself in the bathroom for eleven hours.
It started with the mother of all breakfasts – as requested by Boo who undoubtedly saw it on Epic Meal Time – sausage, egg, bacon, hash browns, toast, baked beans and orange juice – sans Jack Daniels. And we all fell into a coma.
The next week a paired down version with just baked beans and hash browns. And a skip was filled with lots-o-shit!™
Then we got all Frenchified with croissants and fancy jams and whipped butter. Oh la la! And then meh. Apparently there is such a thing as too much butter…
This week I turned to pinterest and while it is not as pretty as the Pinterest version…
bacon filled pancakes was the fucking shiznit.
And we have spent the entire day moving around bedrooms and shit.
So, dear friends, what do you cook for a hot breakfast? We need to find the balance between coma inducing and I’M ON TOP OF THE WORLD LETS THROW OUT ALL OF THE THINGS!