It feels like an omelette kind of night
There’s something I want to change about this recipe. I’m not quite sure what it is, but the result of my yesterday morning stirring and baking didn’t feel quite as spectacular as it should. I mean, we’re combining cacao and granola, two inherently great things. So, yes, it should be stellar. And while scrumptious, I do want to tinker with the recipe until it reaches that next level.
So for now, there’s just a photograph. A photograph of my bowl of cacao granola, which I’ve enjoyed for two days in a row scooped over yoghurt and milk. Today I also sliced some banana and juiced one orange, which I served in a darling little cup my mother found along her travels in this world. Was it from an op shop, mum? All signs point to yes. It’s green, with floral detail and is the perfect size for an orange hit.
♥ Cacao Granola
♥ 5:AM Greek Yoghurt
♥ Cow’s Milk
♥ Sliced Banana
♥ Fresh Orange Juice
And Black Coffee, not pictured.
What did you have for breakfast today?
Let’s talk dinner. Tonight I’m flying solo so no doubt my evening will revolve around a greedy beetroot omelette, followed by a giant mug of tea or hot cocoa, sipped as I devour my latest book club read, The Witness Wore Read. While a non-fiction piece, this feels entirely too foreign to be true. It reads like a long Marie Claire article and I’m really enjoying it. I intend to read while sprawled across our new couch, taking up as much space as possible.
Tomorrow I might tell Ben we’re out of cacao granola and eat the small amount remaining for breakfast, feeling only a little bit guilty.