It's all about breakfast

Breakfast is my favourite meal of the day; not only because I love mornings but for the fact that I love the choices (and because few breakfasts contain onion, garlic and beans).

I am a fan of pancakes and fruit toast, I love muesli and berries, New York bagels and smashed avocado on sourdough bread. Fresh fruit salad in summer and pastries (think croissants with homemade jam and those delicious cinnamon snail things) in winter.  Freshly squeezed juices and steaming hot chocolate.

I love the relaxed pace of eating breakfast out. If you can find a spot out of the wind and in the sun outside all the better!

This morning I treated myself to breakfast out.  Due to the skydive (and the fact that I suffer with motion sickness) the only meal I had yesterday was dinner.  Ergo, I woke hungry with nothing suitable in the house as I had not done any grocery shopping.

I went to a gorgeous place that came highly recommended, the Brunswick Flour Mill.  I sat in the glorious warm spring sunshine while I dined. I took the path less travelled and ordered scrambled eggs with feta ad torn basil, thyme roasted tomatoes (fresh herbs are the bomb!) and a side of avocado. It was divine! I am not a huge fan of eggs and feta is one of my least favourite cheeses but the combination was actually okay (hunger makes the best sauce!).  I have to admit that it is not something I would order again but it filled the protein void. The bread was passable, thick without being chunky, but too crusty for my liking. The hot chocolate was hot and chocolatey without being bitter so I consider that a win. Don't serve me tepid watery crap!

The only downside this morning was the traffic noise. Sydney Road, with all the cars and trams, is never quiet. Apparently not even before nine on a Sunday.

It was just me and the perfectly volumed music from expertly disguised speakers. While I believe all meals are better for sharing, I am not opposed to being alone (a good thing considering my current circumstances). I am not afraid to go out by myself. I am not embarrassed to be seen alone. However, unless I have something to do, I hate being alone at home - the emptiness and quiet bothers me. But out in the world, although I am by myself I am okay.