She loved breakfast, you see, especially outside on her Moroccan tiled table.
She had her breakfast routine: first a cup of coffee with plenty of hot milk and a dash of cinnamon. No sugar. Then toast with blue cheese or organic honey and a glass of freshly squeezed tangerine juice. Then a little fruit, preferably with strawberries or pineapple or grapes.
She liked to linger.......she liked her second cup of coffee......she liked to imagine the amazing and wonderful and incredibly productive things that she just might do that day..... Anything was still possible in the morning; the day dangled ahead, shimmering in long stretches. Why perhaps it would be the day when she made it through her entire in-box in the morning .......leaving time to uncover treasures in the Marrakech souks all afternoon long..... People had walked on the moon, after all. Anything, anything, was still possible at breakfast.....
Perhaps you have ideas for breakfast at Peacock Pavilions? Especially you and you and you and you and why you (no looking over your shoulder, I am talking to you). Please........won't you share one of your breakfast secrets here? Perhaps a recipe for delicious muffins or scones or coffee cakes? Or a recipe for home made granola or yummy yogurt made from scratch. Nothing elaborate -- no blueberry soup with violets floating in the middle. Just simple and fresh and well, feasible. Do email your breakfast secrets to [maryam at mtds dot com] or leave a little link or a little idea behind in a comment. Because, after all, there's breakfast tomorrow to think of and the one the day after that and the week after that....and the month after that....and....
