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Food I Ate Friday Meets List Love


Today I am combining a List Love post and a Food I Ate Friday Post for a little  much deserved breakfast love!

1. Bill and I made waffles and blackberry sauce for our birthday morning (which was Wednesday) and man oh man was it amazing and delicious.  There is something about cooking from scratch that makes me feel extra domestic, and I loved feeding him something that made him happy on our birthday :) 

2. French press coffee has become a staple in the Roger's house.  Every morning I make it.  It sustains me.  Bill thinks I make it for him… I actually make it for me.  We have hazelnut coffee stocked in a 5 lb. bag that Amazon graciously delivers to our door step once a month.  I can't thank them enough.

3. Rosemary Sourdough Toast.  It has been my joy every morning this week.  I spread avocado on it like butter, sprinkle a pinch of salt and red chili flakes and drizzle olive oil over it.  Honestly, the amount of love I have for it is a little silly.  Its just a piece of bread.  It just warms my heart though…

4. Bloody Mary's.  Now here's the thing, I haven't actually had one in awhile, but Bill and I bought mix at the store last week and I am anticipating my bloody mary in the morning with some runny eggs and toast and I just can't wait to wake up tomorrow morning to it!  They are not something I always crave, but they really hit the spot when I want one. 

This is just a simple post from a simple girl about simple breakfast food.  

Enjoy little things this weekend friends.  

Stop to appreciate your normal day to day routine, and do yourself a favor and relax over your breakfast.

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