We never plan who will cook or what time we will have breakfast. It's just always worked out that who ever gets up first in the morning after a sleep in, will usually be the one who cooks. I guess it's just an unwritten rule.
I love Sunday mornings, just our little family, enjoying all the morning has to offer with full bellies and usually a read of the paper too.
However, this morning I was first to rise and I know it's only Saturday, but I wanted to make a lovely breakfast for my family.
I didn't put too much thought into it, I just starting cooking.
It smelt delicious cooking away!
And we sat outside overlooking the mountain and watched the world pass us by. It was yummy!