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Good morning!

How is everyone?

School is insane.  Working and going to school at the same time?  Even more insane.  I’m a full time student, like I mentioned before, but I never knew it would be this crazy.  Every professor treats us like his class is the only class, and doesn’t hesitate to assign us 50+ pages of reading each night, plus homework atop of all of it.

Then there’s work, which is great, but exhausting.  I’m up way earlier than I ever thought I would be (around sevenish) and not making it to bed until almost midnight, or later, these days.  I don’t get home until 8 or later on worknights, and 7 pm on school nights, and that’s only with the mercy of Em taking me home after her last class.  If I waited for Amor to pick me up, I’d be getting home around 8-ish, as well.

In other words, I’m “working” twelve-plus hours a day (Fridays have me running around from 5 am until around 8 pm, so that’s a 15 hour  work day), every day, except Thursdays (the only time I can schedule doctors’ appointments, so they’re already spoken for) and Sundays, and my boss has already told me he plans for me to start working Sundays so I can start organizing the office.

Can you tell I’m a bit overwhelmed right now?

And I don’t even know when I’ll find time to study.  That’s not even accounted into my epic work days.  Yikes.

It’s not all bad, though.  My classes are promising, though don’t get me started on the arrogance and hypocrisy of my Environmental Ethics class.  However, the content seems interesting.  If only that racist woman in the back would shut up, and the smelly tattooed guy in the front would stop calling us parasites, I’d be fine.

Work is great, actually.  Like I’ve said before, I get along fairly well with my boss, and the workload, while constant and steady, is essentially routine and easy.  No complaints.  Plus, a bit extra pocket change never hurt anyone, ne?

Porridge makes those early wake-ups easier.

The only major issue I’m having right now, then, is my eats.

First, I tried a lighter breakfast, then planned on having a snack after my first class.  Hah!  My body let me know right away that was not acceptable.  (I’m a chronic bottomless pit, by the way — 2 whole grain rice cakes, 2-3 heaping tbs of peanut butter, and a large banana barely kept my tummy quiet for three hours.)  To keep it from overtalking my professor, I was stealthily stuffing my lunch into my mouth every time he turned away.

Then, I tried a heavier breakfast, and forced myself to eat every last bite to make sure I’d stay full.  Nope.  Was starving again mid-class.  Fortunately, I had planned ahead and packed almonds and raisins, and that definitely helped, but clearly my body is rebelling against this new eating schedule.

Breakfast, as messy as it is, always remains so photogenic, don't you agree?

Since my tummy clearly can’t distinguish between a lighter meal and a heavier meal, I’m going to go back to the lighter breakfast, and pack more snacks to eat in class.

Last night, at the grocery store, I picked up a few dried pineapple rings (doused in chili powder — omg, good!) and some dried mango, and I have tons of almonds (Amor picked up a huge tub at Costco, thinking his fantasy football buddies would eat them all, and no surprise, they didn’t) and tons of ziploc baggies to cram my dried fruit and nuts into.

Lunch has been boring and, sadly, not filling.  I think part of the problem is that I’m having to wait until around 4:30 to eat it, when I’ve been up since seven or eight that morning already and I’m running on breakfast and a handful of nuts and grapes until that point.  Eight hours without a real meal?  Oi, that’s a no-go if there every was one.

So, I’m half-starved, and at that point, my satiety signals are completely broken, and I’m ready to eat my entire arm.  Le sigh.

Melty, drippy almond butter with almond slices. Creamy crunchy good!

My other option is to make my breakfast extra fatty and protein-y.  I’ve been googling the dangers of eating more than one egg a day (me, the eternal paranoid) and can’t find any hard evidence that it’s not safe, so I may try it.  Plus, it’s only three days a week, so that still comes out to six eggs a week.

Anyone have any egg breakfast recipes they want to share?

My wonderful Em bought me some almond meal at TJ’s when she was out of town last week, too.  Do you have an almond meal recipe you’d be willing to share with me?

Ate all of it, then went back for another tablespoon of almond butter. Yummage!

Breakfast was a simple ordeal.  I got smart earlier this week and made a huge pot of quinoa.  All I have to do for breakfast now, then, is reconstitute it.

Basically, I dump a heaping cup of my cooked quinoa into a pot, add enough water to make it creamy, add cinnamon and vanilla, cook, add an egg, add almond milk, cook some more, and top it with whatever I so fancy.  Today, it was a banana and a cup of frozen blueberries, thawed, and two tbs of almond butter as well as a huge fistful of sliced almonds.

Next week, I’m going to cook a huge pot of kasha.  It seriously simplifies things.  Don’t know why I didn’t try it sooner, really.

What do you eat when you know you have to stay full for several hours?

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz


And, further proof that I just make up titles as I go: yes, rice cakes do make better breakfasts.

Good morning!

I love Saturday mornings.  I always have — something about it simply exudes “me time” and despite having to get ready for work in a few minutes, I feel no great rush or urgency.

Saturdays are awesome.

My breakfast, too, was awesome.

Chocolate cake, peanut butter, and banana. Yes, I love breakfast.

I did not want hot cereal this morning.

I feel like perhaps I’m getting in a food rut with my kasha.  Now that I’m working again, sometimes I don’t have time to think.  I just sorta have to go on autopilot and get my meal started so I can start getting ready for work and/or school.

(School starts on the 30th — yikes!  I’m feeling nervous, to say the least.  It’s my first semester as a full time student AND working part time.)

Delicious crumbles of chocolate cake to soak up the almond milk.

Fortunately, I planned ahead and made myself an extra MIM last night.

I know.  I planned ahead with a MIM.  Who does stuff like that?

“Oh!  It takes an entire minute to make!  I better make it the night before!”


Chilly-good almond milk rounded out this perfect meal.

Neveryoumind, I threw it in the microwave this morning for about fifteen seconds to take the chill off it, so my planning-ahead efforts only bought me thirty seconds, max.

Omigosh, guys, it was Seriously. So. Good.

I smeared three brown rice cakes with a liberal slathering of peanut butter, and layered them in my cereal bowl.  Between each layer were banana slices.

Make this! Now. Do it. You won't regret it.

Then I dropped warm crumbles of chocolate cake onto it.

When the warm cake hit the peanut butter, the peanut butter melted ever-so slightly, transferring its yummy goodness onto the chocolate cake.

There’s something about eating chocolate, peanut butter, and bananas first thing in the a.m. that makes everything just seem right with the world.

Plus, the almond milk turned everything into mush, which made each spoonful a homogeneous conglomeration of peanut butter, chocolate, and banana mush with both hot and cold textures.

I love breakfast.  I love eating.  Food is awesome.

Do you prefer hot cereal or cold cereal in the morning?  Or are you not a cereal person at all? I’m a hot cereal kinda gal, but something about cold cereal on a Saturday morning makes me feel like a kid again.

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz


Still sick, but not as bad as I was yesterday.

For some reason, I was still hungry after lunch, but the moment I ate some fruit, not only did my hunger go away, but the nausea set in.

I didn’t get hungry again until almost 9:30 tonight.

Appetite-smashing pear.

Fruit sounded good to me.

Funny thing is, the thought of veggies was making me gag, whereas at lunch, the thought of fruit made me want to gag.

I nuked a huge peach for two minutes to cook it.

Bowl o' fruity deliciousness.

Topped it with frozen cherries, nuked another minute.

Nuked again at half power, another minute.

Topped with fresh blueberries.

Everything I wanted for dinner, right here.

Nuked again for another minute, then another on half.

By then, it was simmering in its own juices.

I added a half a banana, chopped, and tossed it all together.

Mmm, so yummy!

Poured almond milk on it, topped it with almonds.

Ate two bites, stomach clenched.

Every time the pain would subside, I took another bite.  I made about 90% through the bowl, but I feel so icky in my tummy right now that I don’t think I should push it.

I’m supposed to work tomorrow, too, by the way.  So, if I’m away all day, that’s why.

No, calling in sick isn’t an option.  One of the girls is spending quality time with her children and asked for this time off weeks in advance, and the other is the girl I covered for on Saturday because she was sick.

Do you follow any sports?  What kind?  Which team do you root for? Totally random, I know, but Amor is playing Madden and keeps calling my attention to his slow-mo replays.  He’s very passionate about his football, and it’s starting to rub off on me.

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

Afternoon, everyone!

I slept until noon today, and lemme tell you, it made a difference.

I still feel slightly nauseous, but when I hopped out of bed this morning, it’s the closest thing I’ve felt to normal in over a month.

Delicious creamy quinoa, layer of bananas, almond milk, and tons of peanut butter.

I chose the most mild and “safe” thing I could think of for breakfast this morning.

1/3 cup (dry measurement) of quinoa, cooked in 1 cup of water, then stirred in with about 2/3 cup of almond milk, and topped with peanut butter sauce and a whole banana, sliced.

I also added in a teaspoon of vanilla and cinnamon.

There's quinoa underneath there, I promise!

However, as I sit here now, eating it between paragraphs, I can feel my stomach already starting to reject it.

I guess I’m still a bit nauseous and weak, and very tired, even though I think I feel fine.

A couple of you asked about food poisoning, and I think you’re onto something.  I started to feel sick almost immediately after leaving the buffet Saturday night.


But here’s the thing: everything that I ate, Amor ate, too.

Except, I had fruit (oh, and potato salad), and he didn’t.

My guess is there was something on the fruit, the potato salad sat out too long, or I’m reacting adversely to an ingredient in something.  I’m pretty sure there was dairy in the custard, but I didn’t think too much into it.  The sudden mood swings I had on Sunday, though, makes me think I might have been reacting either to gluten or casein?

Who knows?

I just want to feel better now, okay, body?  We can be friends again?  Please?

I’m going to try to eat a few more bites of my porridge, but I don’t know if my tummy will let me.

What’s your favorite grain? I love my pseudo-grains: amaranth, quinoa, and buckwheat.

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

Good morning!

I must make this hasty, since I think I may be working this afternoon.


I love ’em.

One of my favorite foods, ever.  And yet…I somehow managed to run out of them while my mum was here, and had to spend almost an entire week banana-less.

I wouldn’t wish that on anybody.

Banana quinoa, banana topping, peanut butter. Simple and delicious.

Since I’m tiptoeing around my kitchen right now, unsure of what I can and cannot eat, I left the eggs out of my breakfast this morning.

To make up for, I increased my quinoa from 1/4 cup to 1/3.

Did you know that 1/3 of a cup of quinoa has 8.5g protein?  Not too shabby, ne?


I cooked my quinoa for about fifteen minutes in too much water (still learning my ratios here, sorry!).

I stirred in a teaspoon of cinnamon, vanilla, and slowly thinned it out with about a half a cup or so of sweetened vanilla almond milk.

Yep, I’m still slogging through that Almond Breeze.  I picked up some more Pacific last night, and I’m so eager to tear into it.  Must…wait…be…patient!


If you add the almond milk slowly while stirring, it actually does start to thicken, by the way.  My porridge was thick and hearty, not watery, like I worried it might be.

While it was simmering, I added half of a ginormous banana straight into the pot of quinoa, and smashed at it until it was incorporated.

Of course, I found out that Banana Quinoa Enterprises, Inc., had no business license and shut them down immediately.

Sorry.  My sense of humor is askew, it would seem.  Get it?  Incorporated?

Sigh.  Maybe I need more tea before I attempt at the jokes too early on a Saturday morning.

Since I wanted to make sure I had plenty of protein, I added two heaping tablespoons of peanut butter with about two tablespoons of almond milk and made a quick glaze out of it.

I topped the quinoa with the other half of my banana and poured my peanut butter onto it.


Do you like your job/what you do for a living? What do you do?  I’m a receptionist in a doctor’s office.  It’s a pretty good job, I think, and I’m happy with it.

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

Good morning!

How is everyone this fine day?

I’m doing much better.  My exhaustion had me turn in early last night, and I wound up sleeping in by about a half hour.

It was much needed, and my body thanks me for it.

You can also blame my weak pun there for my extended sleep, howzaboutit?

My lack of appetite carried over into this morning, as well, so I started off the day by performing surgery on a pair of pants.

These jeans are almost perfect, except that they’re what I would’ve called “high waters” back in grade school.  I filched a pair of whisker scissors — you know, those tiny scissors that your fella keeps around to trim back the strays — and set to ripping out the hems.

A half hour later, and my pants are now wearable.  Victory!

I promise you, there are apples and groats under that pool of peanut butter.

I still wasn’t hungry when I found myself in the kitchen a few minutes later, but it was approaching 10:30 and I felt I needed to get something into my tummy soon.

I decided to try baked apple kasha again today, with the insane surplus of fruit that I have leftover from my Mum’s visit.

I set my groats to simmer, then chopped up a Golden Delicious, which is indeed, very delicious and also somewhat golden, as well.

I dropped the entire chopped apple into the kasha, then let it simmer over medium-low heat for ten minutes.


Once the apples were tender but not mush, I added a teaspoon of cinnamon and vanilla, then cracked an entire egg directly into the pot.

The result was thick.  It took nearly a half of a cup of almond milk to thin it out.

Again, I’m not too fond of this almond milk.  I hate wasting food, so I’ll finish it off, but when I run out, I’m going back to Pacific brand.

A few minutes of stirring and adding splashes of almond milk resulted in a thick and creamy and sweet breakfast.

I topped it with a heaping drizzle of peanut butter glaze, then splashed another ounce or so of almond milk directly onto it.


Do you eat fruit with your breakfast?  Is there any fruit you won’t eat early in the morning? I have tons of kiwi and grapes and oranges in my fridge, but the thought of eating those in the a.m. makes my stomach turn.  I usually stick with blueberries, apples, and bananas for my morning repast — breakfast without fruit just isn’t breakfast, to me.

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz


Sorry for being away all day, but I started to get dizzy and headachy right around the time I would have put up my lunch post, so a nap occurred instead.

I still feel achy and somewhat nauseous, so my appetite has been off all evening.

Lunch was quick, and exactly what I was craving.

Delicious roasted carrots, broccoli, okra, and cauliflower.

I prepared an entire pan of roasted mixed veggies, including okra, cauliflower, carrots, and broccoli.

I dipped them in tons of ketchup and mustard.

For dessert, I whipped up another MIM.

Chocolate peanut butter MIM with coconut and peanut butter.

I used 1 tbs of peanut flour, 1 tbs of milled flaxseed, and 1 tbs of cocoa powder.

I mashed in a half a banana, as well, and dropped three large dark chocolate meltaways into the batter.

It was incredible!  So yummy.  I smeared one half with coconut butter and the other half with peanut butter.

Extremely ripe and juicy pear.

I rounded my lunch off with a pear.

About this point, the dizziness and headache struck.

I was surrounded by three warm, purring, fuzzy bodies, and it was inevitable.  I fell asleep.

Two rice cakes with peanut flour.

The sleep was broken and restless, unfortunately, and three cats and a full-sized woman on a small loveseat didn’t make for a pleasant nap.

About a half hour into a light doze, I admitted defeat and dragged myself to my bed, where I slept for another half hour.

Despite having eaten not long before my nap, I woke up feeling weak and craving carbohydrates.

Ate about half of this, then pawned the rest off onto Amor.

I ate two rice cakes with 1/4 cup peanut flour.

Then I started opening cabinets and the fridge, looking for anything that didn’t turn my stomach.

I found a half-eaten Larabar in the pantry, ate most of it, then passed the rest on to Amor.

Yummy, but needs less salt and more vinegar.

I ate about a serving of these chips.

My mum picked them out for me the other day at the Natural Food Store, and at 99 cents (on sale), I couldn’t resist.

They’re not bad, but at about 300 mg of sodium per serving, they’re a bit too salty for my tastes.  Plus, I would prefer a stronger vinegar taste.

Yummy hot chocolate.

Since my appetite was off, I decided to enjoy a warm drink of hot chocolate.

I followed this recipe that I found on Lena’s blog.

I used almond milk instead of soy milk, and while her recipe was delicious, I have to admit, I’m not very fond of Sweetened Vanilla Almond Breeze.  It has an unpalatable chemically undertone to it that threatened to ruin my hot chocolate.

I dropped three dark chocolate meltaways into it, and it helped, but I think next time I try her recipe, I may just use coconut milk and omit the Almond Breeze from my diet forevermore.

And frozen cherries for dessert.

I just finished off some frozen cherries.

My head hurts still, and I’m terribly thirsty, so I’m going to go pound some water and maybe take an ibuprofen or something.

Do you believe in taking medicine, or do you prefer to ride pain out? I don’t normally take medicine, but this headache definitely warrants it.

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

Good morning, everyone!

I’ll refrain from commenting on the fact that it’s Monday, and move on to more exciting things, such as my breakfast.

Hey, sometimes breakfast is the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning, just so you know.

Mmm, spiced apples...perfect complement to the groats!

Other times, it’s the crushing weight of the twenty-pound behemoth sitting on my chest.

In my household, merely sleeping is a life or death struggle.

At least, when there’s a fat, cranky old beast named Wookiee involved.

I woke up feeling a warm, heavy pressure on my chest, the kind that doctors warn you about to get thee to an ER, like, STAT if you ever experience it.

And a caramelly peanut butter glaze to top it all off!

Another two minutes with The Wooks on my chest, and there would have been nothing the paramedics could to to revive me.

Fortunately, I was able to muster all my strength and roll over, hence tumbling his furry black behind onto the floor.

He cast me a resentful glare, then strode off in search of either food or another warm body to cuddle with.

Then I, ever mission-bound, headed into the kitchen to prepare something delicious to wake up my tastebuds.

The groats were extra creamy today. Yum!

Sometimes I get into these food ruts because I feel “obligated” to eat something just because it is there.

Take, for instance, the blueberries.  I like blueberries in my breakfast, so it’s a logical conclusion to add them to it, right?

Plus, they have a tendency to spoil the moment you ignore them.

However, I stocked up on apples this week at the grocery store, and I really wanted apples.  I don’t get to treat myself to them very often because they trigger “false hunger” (I have no idea how else to describe it, sorry!).  But, if I cook the apples, the reaction is greatly reduced.

Yum! One of my best breakfasts as of late!

I chopped an apple then tossed it with a bit of cinnamon, then nuked it for two and a half minutes.

Once they were cooked, I drizzled them with a bit of vanilla almond milk, and set them aside.

My groats were prepared as usual, but without the flaxseed and also with the addition of a whole egg.

I don’t know if it’s the combination of leaving out the flax or what, but these groats were extra sweet and creamy today, and almost…icky?

Yes, icky.  Poetic descriptions are clearly my forte.

All ick aside, the taste was fantastic!

Loved this breakfast!

Not so pretty, but they did taste pretty dang awesome.

To make the sauce, I mixed a heaping tablespoon of peanut butter with a splash of almond milk, nuked ten seconds, stirred, then added in about a half a teaspoon of blackstrap molasses.

The taste was a peanut-buttery, slightly smoky caramel flavor.


The flavors just worked.

What gets you out of bed in the morning?

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz

Morning, everyone! 

Sorry for the weird post last night.  I’m still getting used to blogging from this new computer, so navigating my way around it is somewhat flummoxing for me and I get confused easily. 


I wanted to clear up some confusion from last night, though, if you’ll allow a minute. 

But first, let me distract you with pictures of my ugly breakfast!

 I love to snack. 

I live for snacks. 

I’ve tried to be the 3-square-meals kind of gal, but I find that no matter how many calories I eat for any given meal, I still get hungry and snack. 

I’ve accepted this, and it makes me happy. 

What's that? You want more? Why, sure!

I used to be the kind of person who would snack, then feel guilty about it, then try to “force” myself to eat dinner with everybody else. 

That does not work for me.  Fortunately, ever since switching to a vegetarian diet, I no longer feel the pressure to eat with my peers, most likely because whatever they’re eating, I have no interest in it. 

Amor has never made me feel bad for not eating with him.  He never asks, “What, are you not eating?” or tries to coerce me into trying whatever is on his plate.  He knows that I’ve either eaten before he gets home from work, or will dine on something later.  I think the essential thing here is that we have a mutual respect for each other and would not expect the other to change just to accommodate a silly whim like dining times. ❤ 

Since my hunger cues are all wonky and confused, sometimes I’m starving within an hour of a full meal, and other times I could go all day and not get hungry.  On those days that I’m famished, however, I may snack nonstop from 3 pm up until 7, at which time I have no appetite for dinner, and will carry my snack fest on through the night. 

Whoops, let's break up the wall of text for the tl;dr crowd with more pictures! Yay for pictures!

 Fortunately, that doesn’t happen too often, and I do look forward to a warm meal at night, even if it is just a plate of steamed veggies with hummus. 

However, there are a couple times during the day that I do not like to snack. 

I do not like to snack after breakfast, and I don’t like to eat too much before bedtime. 

Breakfast for me doesn’t start until about 10-10:30 most mornings, and it’s my “me” time; I eat it leisurely, while I blog and check my email.  Some days, I’m not done with my breakfast until well after 11 a.m. 

Then, lunch is generally at 2:30 or so, and my stomach is trained to growl right about that time. 

My ratios are still off, but I'm working on it.

 Since I love a hearty breakfast (usually about 600-650 calories; I hope the numbers aren’t triggering or offensive to anybody!), I darn well expect it to keep me full. 

I was disappointed that my dinner last night, having clocked in at around 600 calories itself, did not satisfy me, because I didn’t want to be starving this morning while I waited for lunch. (Another note: I don’t like to count calories, but I estimated the numbers just for amusement sake, to try to figure out why I was still famished.) 

On a side note, can you believe I used to only “permit” myself 300 calories for breakfast?  I used to be stuh-arving all the time, which is probably why I like a filling breakfast now.  (I was afraid of “running out” of calories before bedtime; I’m not proud to admit this, but that’s how my binge-eating brain thought.) 

Oh, and the only reason I don’t like to eat too much before bedtime is because it messes with my hunger in the morning, and it makes me terribly thirsty, which means I’m up all night visiting the, ahem, facilities.  Heh. 

In reflection, blackstrap molasses drizzled on the top was not exactly the best aesthetic choice!

 Whew, I wrote you guys a novel! 

Have your eyes glazed over yet? 

Sorry!  Hah. 

So, yes.  I love to snack, but I don’t like to snack after breakfast, and I don’t particularly enjoy eating too much right before bed.  For the record, I consumed a half a Larabar before brushing my teeth last night, and finally (finally!) my stomach shut up. 

Oh, and about my breakfast?  Um, I guess I totally changed the subject on you guys and rambled on and on about my snackage.  Oops. 

I’m still trying to figure out my water/almond milk ratios.  It was still a bit watery, but I think I know how to fix it. 

Do you like 3-square-meals, or are you a snacker, too? 

Thanks for reading! 

❤ Kaz

Greetings, earth people.  I come from the planet Kaztronomic 6 and I seek your breakfast cereals.

Bring them to my ship by no later than 0930 Earth Time or I shall be forced to steal all of your peanut butter.

Or something.

Wow, that was random.

Anyway, breakfast was another attempt at “light,” but I don’t think I was very successful.  My body is so used to heavy, hearty breakfasts, that in attempting to make a lighter meal was so lost on me that I wound up making a normal-sized breakfast anyway.

Yum, brain food. Mmm, braaaaaains...

I think what threw me off was my random craving for both almond butter and walnuts, and since I cannot mix nuts for the life of me, I enjoyed a couple handfuls of walnuts while preparing my breakfast.

I ate twice what is shown above.  Yum, walnuts.

Since I noticed no improvement with my health in removing the kasha from my diet (it actually got worse, which really bummed), I decided to bring it back.

The blueberries are attacking! Run for your lives!

I’m glad I did.

Love me some kasha!

In the spirit of keeping breakfast light, I decided to add two tablespoons of milled flaxseed instead of one.

Right.  I have the concept of “light” all kinds of wrong.

The blueberries tinged the almond milk with blueberry juice. So good!

I can’t wait to go grocery shopping again and actually stock up on some of the staples I’ve currently run out of.

This includes eggs.

I feel like my hunger is kept better at bay with them, truth be told.

A pool of almond butter greeted the invading blueberries.

Truth be not told, the flax held me over.

Lies!  I just finished breakfast an hour ago and my tummy is already starting to signal for more food.

I guess I can’t complain.  More hunger means more yummy food, am I right?

Of course I am.

The blueberries and almond butter convened for a meeting to discuss inter-food harmony.

And this was a normal, hearty breakfast.

You can do the math, since I’m too lazy:

1/4 cup kasha, big handful walnuts, 1 tbs almond butter, 2 tbs milled flaxseed, 2/3 cup almond milk, and 3/4 cup of frozen blueberries.

Give or take.

And I’m hungry.

In the end, they were able to work out their differences and work together in peaceful accord.

Does anybody have a suggestion as to how I can add protein to my breakfast without having to resort to protein powders?

(Also, I can’t eat soy, dairy, or gluten.)

I’m all about eggs, but sometimes I want to switch it up a bit.

Do you prefer a hearty breakfast to start your day, or are you a light breakfast kind of person? Share your favorite breakfasts with me, please!

Thanks for reading!

❤ Kaz