Ever since Robert and I started dating, we have gone out for Sunday breakfast. It’s a nice treat but there aren’t nearly enough restaurants offering breakfast in our neighborhood and, those that do, are usually so crowded that you typically have to wait for a table. Lately, I’ve been making breakfast at home instead and it has been so nice. I love not having to get up and leave the house right away and there is nothing better than eating a freshly-cooked breakfast in your PJs. Last week I made your typical scrambled eggs, soysage, fried potatoes combo but, instead of toast, I whipped up some miniature blueberry-cornmeal pancakes. That was delicious. Today I took it a bit easier and made French toast and bacon for Robert. I also made a quick berry sauce for the French toast (just frozen mixed berries, sugar, and a bit of cornstarch for thickening. I didn’t have any lemon otherwise I would have added lemon juice too.) Next week, I think will be something southwestern like migas or huevos rancheros. Mmm…I can’t wait.