I think I have a slight obsession with breakfast.
. . . Ok, so maybe it’s not so slight. Allow me to rephrase.
I have a full-blown obsession with breakfast. I do. And I’m not afraid to admit to it.
A few weeks ago, my grandma spent the night at our house. She took us out to dinner at this awesome restaurant, CoolFish, where we ate . . . and ate . . . and ate. Honestly, I’m surprised I was able to stand up and walk out of there after the delicious (but incredibly filling) courses that I had. It was insane.
(To be fair, I think I was also insane to think that I could eat: a slice of beat and goat cheese tarte tatin, ahi tuna over Asian style noodles, and a slice of Jack Daniel’s chocolate pecan pie and white chocolate gelato. Yeah . . . my eyes were definitely bigger than my stomach that night.)
As soon as we got home, we all passed out on the couch. What a way to spend a Friday night.
