Category : Breakfast

One morning, I walked into the kitchen half-asleep, thinking I’d just scramble some eggs and call it breakfast. Then I spotted the bakery croissants I...

Weekend breakfasts in my kitchen always feel like a little celebration. It’s the time when alarms can be ignored, coffee can be sipped slowly, and...

The sound of my alarm on a Monday morning usually means one thing a mad dash to get out the door on time. For years,...

Weekday mornings in my kitchen are a careful balancing act between the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of shoes hurriedly thumping down the...

There are some mornings when you want breakfast to feel like a hug. Not a green smoothie or some sad toast, but something warm, golden,...

Every Saturday morning, without fail, our kitchen turns into a bustling little breakfast station. The kids are running around, my husband’s trying to sneak bites...

My youngest walked into the kitchen last Saturday, eyes still sleepy, and said, “Mom, can we have dessert for breakfast?” Now, normally that’s an automatic...

One Sunday morning last winter I cleaned up after the kids’ sleepover party—plates piled up, our living room strewn with sleeping bags, and my husband...

Last Saturday started like most of mine do—slippers on, coffee in hand, kids still in bed. My husband had just finished mowing the lawn, tracking...

Last Sunday started out with the usual rhythm slow coffee sips, a sleepy golden sun casting lines through the curtains, and the unmistakable sound of...