It was my twenty-something birthday last Thursday. Happy Birthday to me and all that jazz. I didn’t get to wear a crown (a tradition) as my last crown snapped and there was no time to buy a new one; plus I managed to convince myself Tall Hungry One was going to surprise me with one, he did not mainly because he doesn’t believe in buying me surprises – smart man.
More proof he is a smart man: my Birthday brunch. Spoiler alert, there were two courses and champagne.
A classic combo of bacon, avocado and eggggggs. Look at those Burford Browns yolks, deliciously golden.
If I were a Von Trapp I’d be singing “My Favourite Things”. But I’m not, so I’ll list the contents of this bowl instead:
Oh sweet honey, the golden nectar of stripey bodied Gods. Pour it on everything, everything I tell you.
It was the best start to a three day celebration…