Sunday Morning

There's something especially refreshing about Sunday mornings and breakfast. Waking up without an alarm clock and realizing the weekend is still alive. Taking a peak outside and seeing the streets and neighbourhood asleep. No movement in sight and no sound to be heard except for the birds chirping. That's the beauty of backing on to trails and protected green space. And Sunday mornings.

Today it was about the berries still in season and the fresh brioche loaf I have in the kitchen. It was also about the mangoes and fresh OJ. It was about something simple, but luckily for me simple also means fresh and flavour. Letting the ingredients speak for themselves.

Here are some pictures from our Sunday morning breakfast. The last day of freedom.

Mango-Orange Smoothie with vanilla.

Brioche french toast w/ fresh blueberry sauce. Rosemary home fries.