A short and (literally) sweet post for you all today: I’m sharing my latest strategy to make weekday mornings less awful.
Just a little Sunday afternoon effort, and you’ll end up with a week’s worth of hearty breakfasts, waiting to be zapped in the microwave — perfect for all of us who love breakfast but hate mornings.
(There must be plenty of us, too, or we wouldn’t have two of the greatest inventions ever: all-day breakfast menus and breakfast for dinner.)
As much as I feel the need to eat a filling breakfast every day of the week, I would hate to actually get up early enough to make meals from scratch every weekday before work. My last seven years of gradstudenthood and sleeping in have left me hopelessly slow in the mornings, and it’s not just a matter of caffeine intake, but of time.