For some reason, I have a food hangover this morning.

I woke up with a headache and starving and in a foul mood.

Blueberries, bananas, coconut milk, peanut butter...delish!

Since it takes nearly twenty minutes for breakfast to go from “in my pantry” to “in my tummy,” I went a little bit crazy with the toppings.

No calories were spared.

It was a massacre.

Mmm, so yummy!

1/3 of a cup of quinoa mixed with vanilla and cinnamon, then added almond milk — 1/3 cup, thereabouts.

I smashed in half of a huge banana, and stirred in an entire cup of blueberries.

When it was ready,  I sliced on another half a banana, an unmeasured amount of full-fat coconut milk (2-3 tbs) and two heaping tablespoons of peanut butter.

Straight up peanut butter, yo.  No time for peanut butter glaze.

I was bloody famished.

Full of healthy fats, and lots of flavor.

Amor saw my breakfast and asked, “Is that coconut milk?”

Yep.  I explained to him how some people put heavy cream on their porridge, and that coconut milk was my attempt at recreating that.  Then I asked, “Want to try it?”

I didn’t expect him to say yes, but was delighted at his open mind.  However, I guess I failed to warn him that I eat quinoa for breakfast, because as soon as the spoon went into his mouth, a funny look crossed his face.  He recovered quickly, though, and rushed to assure me that he thought it was actually very good.

Score for a fella with an open mind!

I’m chugging on some green tea right now, trying to shrug off this food hangover.  It ain’t purdy, guys.  My guess is, I might have overdone it on the sugar last night — craisins on my salad, custard from two pies, and an ice cream cone to boot?


Food hangover.

Does your family/partner eat like you?  If not, do they have an open mind to try your food?

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz