Breakfast doesn’t always have to be complicated, particularly weekend breakfasts. Just because there is time to devour gluttonous forkfuls of butter, cream and egg yolk, and subsequently recover for hours on the couch with magazines in hand, doesn’t necessarily mean one should be doing all these things.
Although, hey, a little gluttony now and then is cherished by the jolliest of men. And me.
Sometimes a simple breakfast is really all you want, or in this case, really all I want. One of the most basic kitchen creations that gives me an unreasonable amount of pleasure is a just-ripe tomato with good quality olive oil, salt, and pepper. That’s it. And once all the tomato slices have been picked up and the leftover juices blend with olive oil, I am not above wiping the plate clean with my finger. If no one is looking, it’s highly likely I will lick the plate clean.
Whatever, whatever, I do what I want.
So that’s what I had for breakfast this afternoon- tomatoes in olive oil with salt and pepper. A few slices landed on a 12 grain toast with a delicious Spanish goat cheese to keep it company. The vast majority were picked up by my fingers before a fork was gently suggested and generally ignored.
Let me tell you – this was one of the best Sunday breakfasts I’ve had in a while, and that’s saying something.