For a change, I wanted to celebrate another year of my life over a hearty breakfast and so I did.
Le mustache. That is of course yours truly not acting like my age at Fontina. Can you guess how old I actually am?
My breakfast. Strips of crispy bacon topped with a sprig of weed (just kidding but seriously I have no idea what that is), three carefully piled pieces of bread, some mixed fruits (I ate the watermelon but gave the pineapple to my boyfriend because I don’t like pineapples) and a sunny-side up (of course my boyfriend ate this for me too).
The boyfriend faking a candid pose just to show off the watch I gifted him for our anniversary. I have already lost count on the number of times those decorative spikes stabbed me. No kidding.
His breakfast. Bite-sized burritos with that sprig of something again, some dips, a scoop of chili and a salad.
To start my day with a gorgeous breakfast like this was absolutely splendid. Yes to more birthday breakfasts to come please!