My husband has this thing about breakfast. He has to eat something that by his definition is breakfast-y, before diving into anything remotely lunch related. Even on days when we laze in bed until the clock shows double digits and don’t make it to a cafe until well after mid-day, he always orders eggs or another Western-style breakfast food. In the same vein, breakfast for dinner was a difficult sell for many years too — although these days French Toast and various egg creations appear more often than not as an evening meal with nary a sidewards glance.
- 2 c diced apple, skin on