Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
It’s the time of perfumes and sweetness. It’s the time for summer fruits. It’s the time to warm yourself in the sun to start a new day.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
My mum’s homemade fruit cake warms more than the sun of May. The season I love the most has started, and when I eat a cherry, a smile shines on my face while expressing a wish.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
Wake up early and just one thought, escape from the city. The first glimpse of a day that taste of new is a dish made of fresh fruits.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
Relaxing pale color and the scent of flowers inebriates the air. Nothing better than an outdoor breakfast overlooking the wide countryside. Taste and breathe.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
When the sky is matte, the best choice is to put color on your table. I chose the orange in the hope of getting warmth.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
A classic flavor takes you back in time. Decorated pottery meets a choice of genuine crisp bread and jam enlivened by the freshness of a fruit. The blueberry color dyes the new day’s a different tone.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
Purity and simplicity are the words I love the most. A white dish goes perfectly with flaky biscuits, while the bright colors of a decorated porcelain plate embrace the tones of fresh fruits.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
Hidden in a small wooden attic and woken by the sun. It burns and tip. Outside of our shelter the air is cold. Comfort is a cup of tea flavored with orange rind. Cereal yogurt meets a crispy apple while the movement of spreading jam on the bread for breakfast brings me back to the childhood.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
The simplest side of breakfast. Fresh fruits, milk and 3 biscuits. It sounds like perfection. It’s the best way to say hello to Springtime.
Sunday Breakfast by Love For Breakfast
Listening to the Grimes‘ song Genesis, the window is a bit open and a draft of wind is blowing through.
Tea is warm on the table, the prickly pears stolen last weekend at the seaside peeled, honey runs on toast and yoghurt met strawberry jam.
Breakfast is ready.
