breakfast of champions

Once in a while we like to have a big breakfast, one that we would really only ever have if we were travelling but that we occasionally manage at home to satisfy the gluttons in us. Today was just such a day.

Why? No particular reason except that it's a long weekend and why the hell not?

I made pancakes (clearly miscalculated on the volume, oh well) and Mr. Man made the bacon. There were also some scrambled eggs but they didn't look very pretty (because, yes, that matters) and they wouldn't fit after I already plated everything else, along with a garnish of fruit.

It was delicious and filling and, as expected, we didn't finish everything but that's okay. We'll have the leftovers during the week -- although it's not the same as when it comes steaming from the griddle right onto your plate. What's that? You say you can hear your arteries clogging as we speak? Oh well, again.

Having another big breakfast like this probably won't come for a while. They say it's the most important meal of the day, yet it's the one which we often neglect or that we only execute half-heartedly. I try. I'm usually a yogurt, banana and granola girl but we all have our moments of weakness.

Sometimes... sometimes... submission is good.