I’m grateful for Sunday mornings.
I want to collect as many memorable Sunday mornings as possible, I love them for damp foggy morning walks, quiet meditations, getting lost in good book and catching up with old friends far, far away.

These are times of rejuvenation; moments that make Mondays bearable, it sets the tone for a good week ahead.

I love Sunday mornings for unhurried meals, from creamy nutritious porridges to fluffy crisp waffles.
I also love breakfasts made up mostly of things we’ve easily put together, like simple plain cereals, I call them ‘lazy breakfasts’.

It’s a throwback to time when my mom would hurriedly make fried egg sandwiches or creamy oatmeal just before we’d go to church.
Those may have been rushed but there was still a certain charm to the meals that made them feel special.

So we established that ‘lazy breakfasts’ may not be fussy but they’re no less ordinary.

When we’ve craved something hot on a damp winter morning it’s pour-over coffee from our beloved chemex, and thick slices of pandoro left over from the holidays and some lonely fruit for when we want something sweet.

My wish is for many more Sundays to work on this beautiful art of breakfasting at home, because that in my book, is a Sunday well-spent

Coffee Journal | Sunday Mornings