Favourite thing today: taking Ben to breakfast at Wild Oat. (And, completely by coincidence, going to Wild Oat again for lunch with Frances.) Our breakfast was so delicious--eggs and homefries for me, lemon crepe for Ben--that I thought to myself (unrealistically, but I still believe it even as I write now), "I'm going to come here everyday." And breakfast with Ben was especially great for the eight-year old quality of the conversation. For example: why do sugar cubes hold together in perfect squares if they're pure sugar? shouldn't they fall apart? (as Ben pounds at the cube with the base of his knife and I try to stop him) are they made in a machine? is it heat? do they melt and then stick back together? why do crepes taste better in Paris even when it is exactly the same ingredients? are they the same ingredients? our crepes are a bit better at home too--why? (followed by Ben's earnest reassurance that the crepes at Wild Oat still were really really really good). And so on.
My best breakfast memories: a place in Montreal, long since closed, that was on St Urbain and served baked eggs in oval dishes and impossible-to-replicate (despite the same ingredients when used at home!) cinnamon toast baguettes. Second favourite: a place in Prague that had the most perfect coffee I've ever had in my life (in Prague!)
And from the list I'm recording the "easy recipe" that Paul and Rose included with their "smart stick" recommendation: "Cut up some of your favorite fresh fruit, add some yogurt, a bit of honey and a few Ice cubes. Put into a pitcher, or if you want a single serving into a glass. Insert smart stick. Voila! You have a delicious smoothie."
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