Sunday mornings were created for leisurely Brocante breakfasts, decadent food served in courses, filling enough to last well into the afternoon…
This morning here: pancakes made from leftover mashed potato (Mix with single cream, chopped chives, black pepper, and a whisked egg and lightly fry.) served with sauteed mushrooms, early dark little strawberries spinkled with sugar and devoured slowly with black coffee, and juice made this morning from blueberries and bananas. Sunday papers scattered across the living room floor, cookery programmes on the tv, and the over excited jingle of church bells celebrating the christenings of local babbas…
And in front of us a day filled with nothing: no plans, no obligations, no agenda at all…
Maybe time taken to write a letter to a friend. Crackled china boiled in full milk to heal a map of crazing spoiling its vintage beauty. An afternoon bath. Half an hour spent in front of the bookcase choosing a
Bliss. Sunday bliss. The bestest bliss of all…
I couldnt think of a better way to spend a Sunday…thank you Alison xx
Only you can make Sunday sounds so utterly gorgeous, I cant wait to try making vanilla water, thank you Alison x
I love Sundays and won't schedule anything on Sundays if I can help it at all. They are reserved for a slow dance into the beginning of the week….
Enjoy yours.
Oh I need a Sunday like this. How utterly lovely.
Could I have some cherry jammy toast, too, please? And I want to make some vanilla water to sprinkle on my pillow cases; maybe I'll even iron them.
I'm reading this on Monday morning & longing for Sunday afternoon…sigh….
Love the idea of vanilla water… Mr K objects to lavender, even if I tell him all the men in France wear clothes washed and ironed with lavender. Too gallic for him, I'm afraid, but I might slide some vanilla past him now and again. And, yes, Sunday is a good day.