Last week I was unwell, I had a bit of a virus. It was not nice. Not bad, but just not nice. I felt cloudy and drained and just plain unwell. Luckily, I was able to move my schedule around to rest for a couple of days at home.
On those luckily languid, lazy mid-week days I nourished myself with wholesome foods. Breakfast was all about big bowls of oats with banana and chia seeds. And honey and cinnamon. It was practically medicinal in it’s comforting perfection.
Almost instantly I was right back to being eight years old, Dad in the kitchen making us kids honey, banana, cinnamon toast for breakfast. The recipe was simple – grainy bread, an often generous spread of honey, thinly sliced banana and a purposeful scattering of cinnamon. This was Dad’s specialty. And, like my bowl of oats, it was all you would want from a breakfast. Nourishing, energising, homely, delicious. Comforting perfection.
I’m all better now. Let’s thank the oats, shall we?
What breakfast takes you right back to eight?