Whilst I still feel like the back of my jaw is trying to crawl out of my face via my ear, nothing keeps my appetite away for long, not even the removal of a wisdom tooth: My husband (affectionately) calls me The Gannet for my ability to guzzle down vast quantities of food no matter what the circumstance.
So this morning we’ve had toasted english breakfast muffins, with lashings of vegan spread and portobello mushrooms fried in olive oil with an inordinate amount of sea salt (don’t judge me, sometimes you just got to embrace the bad stuff) and a good two handfuls of thyme. Yum! I would post the recipe but really there is no need, you have everything you need in that first sentence.
So here is me circling for breakfast:
And here is the finished product:
Happy Sunday everyone!