What shall we have?
It’s breakfast for some, lunch for others. The weekend means everyone wakes and feeds at different hours. It doesn’t matter; only what would you have?
No coffee today, strangely enough. No flat whites or filter brews. We drink it every day but you don’t feel like it today.
No boiled chicken breasts or steamed broccoli; we’re not bodybuilders. We are happy with the way we are. We don’t have to squander hours preening in front of mirrors.
No, let’s have some waffles and orange juice. Something decadent and something healthy. Possibly neither is good for us, sugary as they are. But it’s a Sunday, it’s the best day of the week to be a little naughty. Let’s be bad.
Something crispy, something quenching. Something sweet, something tart.
What nourishes isn’t merely what we devour; it’s the confection of our company we most savour.