This summer, I studied abroad in a little town in France called Tours. Every morning for breakfast, I ate three pieces of crustless white toast (it comes crustless in the package! It amazed me for some reason) smothered in Bonne Maman blackberry jam. This is a jam we have in the US, but it was only in France where I ate it on a daily basis and fell completely in love with it.
Breakfast brings me so much joy. Even bowls of cereal make me excited to sleep at night. Scrambled eggs and toast isn’t a particularly opulent breakfast, but it still feels a bit fancy to break up the routine, especially with the addition of my favorite jam in the whole world on toasted sourdough.
For lunch, I did a bit of an open-faced sandwich on that same sourdough with prosciutto, mozzarella, and a fried egg. I wish my fried egg was a bit more photogenic, but that will come with practice, I suppose.