Memories of growing up with my Dutch friend. Meat and cheese for breakfast and chocolate sprinkles on toast. A vast difference from vegemite on toast or bacon and eggs. My friend loved my mothers cooking and I loved her mothers.
Love European breakfasts (my parents were Cypriot) and have never been fond of the full (or even part) English. I even love the Mediterranean version of rusks with halloumi, figs or berries, when I’m feeling a bit fragile 😂
Said perfectly! There is such a joy in the simple nature of a few perfect items presented on a plate for breakfast. Thanks for the inspo, taking me back to europe and a reminder for the simple things in life
I remember going to Amsterdam for work many many years ago and being baffled by the array of milk that my company had for the working breakfast. “We are Dutch,” was the reply.
IN PRAISE OF THE EUROPEAN BREAKFAST
Jill.... love your work, love your recipes, but most of all, LOVE your outlook on life!
Thanks for the sunny side up reminder :)
Love this style of breakfast. So healthy and energising. Thanks for sharing…..and enjoy your travels! More ideas and thoughts please….love your posts.
Italy in August. Can’t wait for EVERY meal
Memories of growing up with my Dutch friend. Meat and cheese for breakfast and chocolate sprinkles on toast. A vast difference from vegemite on toast or bacon and eggs. My friend loved my mothers cooking and I loved her mothers.
Love European breakfasts (my parents were Cypriot) and have never been fond of the full (or even part) English. I even love the Mediterranean version of rusks with halloumi, figs or berries, when I’m feeling a bit fragile 😂
Oh yum. A true continental breakfast!
Loved following your OS journey.
I’m sure Terry’s stash of Kaviar spread will help with your Skandi breakfast- that’s wher we discovered it 40+ years . ❤️❤️
Said perfectly! There is such a joy in the simple nature of a few perfect items presented on a plate for breakfast. Thanks for the inspo, taking me back to europe and a reminder for the simple things in life
I remember going to Amsterdam for work many many years ago and being baffled by the array of milk that my company had for the working breakfast. “We are Dutch,” was the reply.