Breakfast is the best, don’t you think? I mean, according to Ron Swanson, there’s no sadness that can’t be cured by breakfast food.
Much like Mr. Swanson, I too am one of those who wakes ready to break the fast. There’s something so refreshing about a good night’s sleep and the kinetic energy of an intact day that just makes me…hungry. Usually I’m a savory breakfast kinda lady, but in the spirit of traveling meals*, pre-Paris research, and new-to-me bakeries, a slice of walnut raisin toast with peanut butter by the river seemed sweetly appropriate.**
*if you have the option to take your bakery breakfast to a dock by a river, always do it. then go back to said bakery for lunch 2 days later to enjoy the lovely little garden area…update to follow…
**also, sidenote: shout out to the beehive in bristol for hooking it up with the BEST coconut black tea there ever was. extra shout to M for gifting me that magnificent tea diffuser and making all of my looseleaf dreams come true- you da bomb.
Haha I love Ron Swanson! Looks like a lovely breakfast!
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