Give yourself a high five. Buy that almond croissant to go with your coffee. Extend your lunch break by 15 glorious minutes. You deserve it. You have successfully made it to Thursday and the weekend is only a couple desk hours away! You're going to make it!
I'm sure 99.9% of you share this sentiment: I LIVE for the weekends. The weekends are when I get to feel human again. I paint and draw while the sun is shining. I test and photograph recipes, also while the sun is shining. Most importantly, I get to make a decent breakfast in peace.
Throughout the work week my mornings are hectic because 99.9% of the time I am running late to work, I'm squished into a bus that's going about a block a minute, my hair is still wet, and when I get to my desk I'm either having a granola bar or an instant oatmeal packet for breakfast. I know that this is easily preventable if I just wake up earlier... but who does that? Anyways, I'm not a fan of a sad desk breakfast.
Breakfast is really important to me. Sometimes I have a second breakfast, that's how much I love it. It's my favorite meal because it is really the only composed meal that you can have sweet and savory share a plate (I don't know, does a slice of pizza with a piece of chocolate cake sound good together? Kinda........). Cooking is my therapy, so preparing a thoughtful and peaceful breakfast also puts me into a really great mindset for the rest of the day.
To get my mental state right, I've started a routine of going to the Clement Street Farmer's Market every Sunday morning. I put on pants, walk a few blocks, try all the fruit samples (THE ORANGES ARE INSANE RIGHT NOW), contemplate if I should buy the cheese danish from the bread stand, creep on the babies and puppies everywhere, and pick up some produce for the following week. Then I head back to our apartment to make a simple but filling breakfast for Reuben and I. We inhale our breakfast, then he studies or watches sports and I paint and write silly puns. We might take a break in the middle to walk and get some coffee. Then it's dinner time and we watch Worst Cooks in America. That's our Sunday!
This past Sunday, our breakfast was Honey Ricotta Toast on Levain (is Levain just the French word for Sourdough? Can someone explain the difference?), slices of beautiful Cara Cara and Blood Oranges, and a fried egg. It's simple, pretty, and only takes about 10 minutes to whip up. Give it a try!
This upcoming weekend is not going to be quite as peaceful. We are hosting Superbowl Sunday (I'm making another football field cake!) AND I'll be baking up a storm for the first Babes Brunch of 2017!
Wish me luck. I'm probably going to be covered in flour. What are your plans for the weekend?? Don't forget to make breakfast!
Honey Ricotta Toast for 2
2 thick slices of crusty bread (sourdough is my favorite!)
1 Tbsp of butter
Whole Milk Ricotta
Pinch of Sea Salt
Melt your butter in a skillet on medium heat. Place slices of bread in the skillet and let bread soak up the butter on one side for a seconds. Flip over and let the other side of the bread toast for 3-4 minutes or until golden brown. Repeat with other side.
Place your toast on plates or a cutting board. Smear however much ricotta you like on the toast with a knife.
Drizzle honey over your toasts and sprinkle a pinch of sea salt on on each one.
Pair with some fruit, salty meat, or eggs and enjoy!
Have a good morning!