So I had eggs, toast and coffee this morning. Just like my parents or grandparents may have eaten (and often did).
Delicious and filling.
I used real butter (gasp!) in the cooking and on the toast. Made me think of Saturday morning at my grandma’s house.
I didn’t start at a number (level of hunger) and I didn’t stop at a number. I simply started cooking when I thought, “Hmm, I’m hungry,” and finished eating when I thought, “Hmm, that was enough.”