The Back Home Breakfast.

My first morning back in my house, naturally I had to make myself the breakfast I've been yearning for these past three weeks!

Nothing against American breakfasts, gosh no, but after a while... I just get fed up (haha) with pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs. And when I left New York, I was also pretty much done with my usual everyday Starbucks morning meal: greek yoghurt with granola, fruit bowl, mocha frappuccino and tomatoe and mozzarella panini. Don't get me wrong, I love all of those things, but after puking my guts - and my breakfast - out on Union Square the day before I left (thanks to menstrual cramps), I didn't really feel like having that specific combination ever again.  (Believe me, it didn't taste nearly as good on its way up as it used to on the way down.)

Ooops, sorry, no talk about throw up close to photos of delicious food! My bad!

Let's get back to today's long-lusted-for breakfast.

 To drink: blueberry tea and many, many glasses of fresh juice, made out of...

...two oranges, one pink grapefruit and lots of carrots. (I totally hated myself when I stood there, making it, and caught myself thinking "wow, I've really missed my juicer". What's happened to me? When did I become the kind of person who misses a juicemaker?)

Sure, scrambled eggs are fine, but I prefer my eggs boiled, ideally by me. I happen to have a sixth sense - I don't need a timer, I always know exactly when to take the saucepan off of the stove for the eggs to be just the way I want them. This particular skill only works on eggs and may not be very useful in other areas of my life, but it does comes in sort of handy while making breakfast.

Now, onto sandwiches:

Shrimps and mayo. This may seem completely gross to you, but then I'm going to assume you've never had fresh Swedish shrimps. (Or you have but just don't like it, in which case I feel sorry for you since you must have something seriously wrong with your tastebuds. Justkiddingbutnotreally.)

Smoked ham and yellow bell pepper.

Brie cheese and apricot jam. Proooobably the best sandwhich ever. Well, at least if we don't count the shrimps-and-mayo-one.

Now I have to get some work done, while trying to ignore the fact that my kitties are furious at me for not letting them out. Baz is meowing mournfully by the door, Biianka laying on the kitchen table where I'm sitting, watching me with eyes overflowing with resentment. I've told them time and time again that I just want them to stay inside for one day, to get used to the fact that they're back home, but I don't think that's going to work. I'll have to get my writing done fast and then follow the cats outside to keep an eye out for the devilish Sotis. Because this night will not end with Biianka being chased up a tree by that little demon. It won't!