Category : Breakfast

There are mornings when the house wakes up slowly curtains swaying, the hum of the kettle, sunlight catching dust in the air. On those kinds...

That Sunday morning, I was at my neighborhood farmer’s market just as the last ribbons of dawn filtered through the stalls. My husband and I...

A couple of months ago, after a long morning spent planting tulips in the garden, my neighbor from next door popped over. She carried a...

Last fall, during a chilly early-morning shift at the local community center, I brought breakfast for the volunteers helping clean up the park trails. Most...

On chilly mornings when the sun’s a little slow to rise, I often wandered into the kitchen, not in a hurry, but with a purpose....

One lazy Sunday morning in my hometown, I wandered into a small bakery near the nursing home where my parents lived. They were celebrating their...