It is a little tradition that Marion and I have in the weekends that we are together at least one breakfast on bed. No strict rules here that we make it by turn or that there is count on how many times each of us has made it. No, just who is awake first.
It is always nice when you are still in bed and you hear in the kitchen some working on breakfast. You dive deep under the warm blankets and wait until the breakfast is ready.
But this time I was the one that waked up early and so I made breakfast. It is so simple and it is so nice to share.
Some fresh orange juice, a nice tea (a mixture green and white tea with bergamot and roses), boiled eggs, a toast with marmalade and another one roast beef, some warm “kaiser breads” with cumin cheese and ready is your breakfast.
And no coffee yet, because the meaning of breakfast on bed is that you stay in bed for another nap. And coffee will not help for a nap.
I do understand to those with children such a breakfast on bed is harder to do. A breakfast on bed with children is different as for a couple alone (and please note that I say different, not better or worse). But I could imagine that also for people with children a breakfast on bed alone would also be very nice now and then.
But anyhow, Marion and I like it a lot and it is for us a tradition to keep…
I just looked outside and saw it is raining. A pity, because we had planned a walk on a beach somewhere… but not in the rain.