I Love Breakfast!

Breakfast is absolutely the best meal of the day. There's coffee, bacon is usually involved, and if you have a sweet tooth, you're allowed to have something sugary and chocolatey without being judged. Try that at lunchtime. Not to mention breakfast is the only meal where its socially acceptable to sit in a fancy restaurant alone with a good book. 

There are a billion (well, a lot) of amazing breakfast places around town and since I tend to try a new one every week or so, I thought I'd share what I've found. And gloat about all the bacon I'm eating. I thought I'd start out with Egg, which is a favourite not only because of the amazing food, but because it is about a 20 second walk from my house. This is a big selling point when you just got out of bed and are desperate for caffeine (and bacon).

 My drink of choice.. mocha deliciousness.

 Eggs Florentine. With a side of bacon, of course. Gotta love runny eggs with loads of pepper.

I'm a responsible adult. I didn't get chocolate in my second coffee.

Teeth

I love having my "weekend" midweek. Yeah, it sucks not being able to hang out with friends and family, and I usually hate my neighbours for being loud (i.e. having fun) on a Saturday night because I need to be up early the next morning. But I just love how quiet everything is midweek. Usually there's no annoying children (although it's school holidays at the moment), the lines at the grocery shop are short, and the cafes are easy to relax in.

Although it hasn't been too bad today, the heat in Brisbane over the last few days has been unbearable. Luckily I was at work where the AC seems to be on Arctic temperatures year round. So when I got dressed this morning I realised that something was missing. My neck was bare. I'd been accessorising with scarves and all of a sudden (and I really do mean all of a sudden.. this time last week I was wearing a coat) I had to find something else to dress the t-shirt with. I found this cute little necklace that my awesome friend Lisa sent me a while ago. She lives in Sydney and always sends me the cutest, quirkiest little things. She's a gem.

I had the most amazing breakfast... eggs benedict. And I treated myself to an iced mocha. Because it was too hot for a flat white. Not because I wanted to ingest my morning caffeine in milkshake form. Not at all.

I went and hit up the local Lifeline shop for some more summer reads. I picked up a cute little skirt that I really shouldn't have, but it'll have a nice outing next week so I can feel less guilty about buying clothes I don't need.

When I picked up my groceries I was just out the door and had already paid when I spied some lavender plants for sale. I have always loved lavender. Well, not always. There was a time in my life where I'd only smelled that fake lavender scent that you find in cheap soaps. But once I smelled the real deal, I was able to forget about the cheap crap. And the flowers are purple! I frikkin love purple! I never thought I'd be able to grow it. I just assumed it was something that only grew in English country gardens, not subtropical verandahs. Turns out lavender loves full sun (unlike myself), so as long as I protect it from the scary summer storms (it doesn't like being too wet) it should thrive.


I totally promise to take better care of it than my poor chilli plant. Which might have to have a bin funeral soon.


In fact, this is the only plant I've ever managed to keep alive. A cactus that I've had longer than I can remember.


I don't know why I'm so bad at keeping plants alive. My Mum is an excellent gardener, but not so great at cooking (her own words, I think she's rad). I like to think I'm a fairly competent cook (I can at least follow a recipe), so maybe that explains my plant killing. You can only have one homebody superpower.

Neither of us can sew.