When I was little my Dad would often prepare elaborate breakfasts for us before school. Most kids I knew started their day with cereal. Whereas my siblings and I enjoyed omelettes, french toast and crepes. No pancake mix from a box. No canned fruit on the side. My father made everything from scratch with fresh ingredients. My mum, who is not a chef, but remains an excellent cook followed suit. We feasted like kings almost every morning.
Now, I realize how lucky we were to grow up with parents who were willing to dedicate an enormous amount of time to our morning routine. These days, most families find themselves rushing off to work and school with barely enough to time to gulp down sludge from a never-gonna-expire-tetra-pack. I say this without judgement. We have all been down the instant breakfast path. Cereal is cheaper than fresh fruit. Toast is faster than pancakes. Pop tarts can be delicious in a creepy kind of way. People are short on cash and pressed for time so breakfast is liquified or processed or simply passed over altogether. French toast with fresh fruit is something you order at brunch or something.
As for the toppings feel free to add pretty much whatever you want. I decided to go with fresh, crushed blackberries in the bottom of these adorable jars.
Last week, I went to brunch four times. That is too many times for someone who is unemployed. Before you judge me, however, or assume I’ve won the lottery, please note that my fridge was broken. The only solution was to dine out for every single meal. I know. Sounds terrible, right? Just kidding it was the best thing ever. In my foodie-frenzy I discovered three sweet brunch locations that you should check out if you’re in Toronto.
The first thing I did upon Will’s return was hop in an uber with him and take him straight to Kettleman’s Bagels in the Glebe, Ottawa. I had a sesame bagel with vegan cream cheese. He had the vegetarian. I used to get it all the time in high school. That spicy eggplant rocks my world.
Tofu scramble is one of my absolute favourite breakfast meals in the world. I started making this long before my vegan days began. It’s a friendly way to introduce yourself to the dreaded, supposedly bland food. Well, it’s true that tofu is bland but if you season it properly it should take on the flavour of the spices you use.
A cozy restaurant with a tiny open kitchen awaited us on the other side of the door. I would guess Luna seats no more than 30-40 people. All the staff we’re kind of whimsical-edgy-hippie-ladies except for one dude carrying a large slab of meat. It was definitely my vibe.
This simple porridge was a staple this week. Sometimes it was the only thing I ate all day that didn’t come out of plastic packaging inscribed with the word “Instant”. Maybe it’ll help you maintain your healthy morning routine? It’s pretty quick to make and you know what they say: “An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
Lately, I’ve been eating copious amounts of nice cream for breakfast. Each morning, I dump half a bag of frozen fruit with a dash of coconut milk into my blender and loudly pulverize it until the mixture transforms into a creamy, beautiful sorbet. I like the name nice cream because I feel as though I’m being kind to my body when I eat this delicious, healthy alternative to ice cream. I think, however, this frozen dessert sometimes goes by its aforementioned moniker because it’s considered a cruelty-free alternative to ice cream. Other food bloggers, such as This Rawsome Vegan Life, have already identified this sort of labeling as problematic but I think it’s worth reiterating.