Oh breakfast, oh breakfast, how I love you…
Those of you who have read previous posts will know my obsession with breakfast. It is easily my favourite meal of the day, and I realise that’s probably not a common vote. In my mind, there is nothing more satisfying than crunchy, oaty, cereal-y deliciousness, generously accompanied with either milk or thick, creamy Greek yoghurt. Then, to top things off, a handful of blueberries, strawberries or a chopped banana and plenty of honey (or golden syrup if it’s the weekend. I like to push the boat out once in a while.)
I am also not ashamed to admit to the huge quantities of breakfast I munch on. A HUGE bowl of cereal, granola or porridge. Nothing less will do. I have a friend who likes to mix a bowl with a variety of 2, 3 even 4 different cereals, but I am purist. Give me muesli, give me crunchy granola, abundant with chunky nuts and seeds and other tasty goodness. But mix them? Oh no.
Most mornings, I am a cereal or porridge kinda gal. Now I am not adverse to a little eggs and bacon once in a while. But mostly, when I wake up, I crave the FRESHNESS that only oats and fruit will bring. But once or twice a week, I will dive into the granola jar. Imagine my dismay when this week, on one such morning, the granola jar was empty! Only the powdered dust remained. This is when I made the approvingly wholesome decision to make my own. …
