Sunday, April 18, 2010
I've been told that some people make an elaborate ritual out of breakfast: coffee, fresh-squeezed juice, fruit cut up neatly and tossed over granola-covered yogurt, made-from-scratch ricotta pancakes, a quiche. (I'm talking to you, Mami.) I've never been such a person -- not that I wouldn't mind partaking in this ritual, perhaps even enjoying it. For years, however, breakfast was spent in my office, in front of my laptop, cup of coffee in one hand and densely-written text in the other. It was always a hurried affair, not necessarily bad, just necessary.
I think it may be time to explore this breakfast ritual. This morning, I woke up craving languorous mornings started over golden banana pancakes with a drizzling of condensed milk and a cup of masala chai tea. Simple and delicious, no? I'll soon find out, as I am going to try my hand at a banana pancake breakfast, tomorrow.
Today, I'm off to Silverlake for brunch. Most of my weekend was spent holed up, so I am determined to make the most of what is left.