Coffee in a bowl.
That’s how you approach the Friday after Thanksgiving.
My breakfast bowl was nearly the same size as my coffee mug. And since I was home, I used my special bowl from my first trip to Paris in 2000.
My name is a bit on the unique side, which I love and appreciate now, but was a bummer for me growing up. I envied all the Jennifers, Laurens, and Stephanies of my class who got stickers, toothbrushes, and the likes with their (generic) names on them. Imagine how delighted I was when we went to Paris and my name was on a bowl!
So yeah, this is one of my special bowls that I use when I come home. Anyone else have certain dishes you like to use from your childhood? We also have “the special plate” (for birthdays or noteworthy occasions), which I remember a few others had as well.
But getting back to brunch…
I’m kinda obsessed with this organic trail mix. It’s all my faves – salty cashews, almonds, and dried cranz.
Perfect stove top oats made with water and a touch of vanilla soymilk added at the end.
I attempted to show the layers as I piled things onto the oats, but forgot to take photos at some points.
Layer one: cinnamon, vanilla soymilk
Layer two: trail mix
Layer three: chopped apples
Layer four: more trail mix (see photo at the start of the post)
I polished off the extra mangos, grapes, and melon on the side along with a few extra handfuls of trail mix.
After lunch Laura and I took the pups for a run/walk around the Res (3ish miles). Milo was up for the exercise, but Kona is one lazy retriever. Laura was dragging her for well over half the trail.
Once we got back to la casa, it was snack time.
Organic Golden Delicious apples courtesy of our neighbors’ tree.
It’s not stealing if they are on your side of the fence (and if the neighbs are away for the holidays)…right? This year’s apple crop is beyond bountiful, so the birds and squirrels (and dogs) have been going to town on whatever we don’t pick. And let’s get one thing straight: dogs are not meant to eat apples.
We picked a big big bowl full.
They were so sweet! There’s really nothing like fresh produce. Enjoying fruit picked moments before being eaten is reason enough to have a yard. I totally stole a bushel to take back to So Cal.
I took some scenery photos too, but I won’t bore you with all of them. Just a few 😉
I do feel like I should give Kyle some props for his Jenga church.
That’s where we got married. Impressive construction, no?
I grazed the rest of the afternoon, sipping tea all the while. Dinner was (what else?) Thanksgiving leftovers.
The line-up.
There weren’t nearly as many leftovers as there have been in past years because Laura and Kyle had them for breakfast AND lunch as well. How rude!
At least my mom had an entire second pot of stuffing ready. Even though she doubled the recipe this year, it was all gone by Saturday morning! We also had a salad. Since I nixed the greens on the actual Thanksgiving, I made sure to get a double share this time around. I decided a two-plate approach to dinner was the best way to accomplish this.
A bit of everything without crowding the plate. Seconds? You bet.
Beautiful apple trees!!
Happy belated Thanksgiving!! 🙂
I would love to have an apple tree at my disposal! That would be fantastic.
Ahh, jenga. Sadly (or not so sadly) Jenga makes me think of my early college years. I remember playing a drinking game with Jenga. It was pretty fun at the time :).
Gabriela is another one of those never-on-anything names. Especially Gabriela with one L. I wished I was a Katie or Liz forever!
Hope you have a great start to your week!
I will try not to be offended that you called my name generic. 😉
Just kidding – can’t argue with the fact that it was #1 in 1987 and I always had at least 2 girls with the same name in my classes. I’m pretty unoriginal. That’s why I went for the two “N” Jenn.
That said, I love your bowl!!! Even better is the fact that it is from Paris.
Those apples look amazing, too!
i love bowls. and little spoons. can’t really explain it.
although i also enjoy certain treats (like ice cream) in mugs. so mysterious and exciting until the last bite!
sometimes leftover day is just as good as the real day except for the fact that on the real day you know you still have leftover day to look forward to
i slightly wish deej saved our sippy cups from when we were 3 haha
Freshly-picked apples? I am jealous!
I’m loving your Thanksgiving feast pictures- so many vegetables! So much colour!
The Jenga church is a thing of beauty.
I’m so jealous of your freshly-picked apples, and from the comments, I see I’m not the only one!
So many beautiful apples!
I dont use plates at home, seriously, just bowls! It prevents major spillage that I’m prone to. Back at my dad’s house there are some old utensils and bowls from childhood, but in all honesty, I broke most of them so they are limited.
gorgeous spread! looks incredible.
i’ve still yet to find my name on any item…maybe someday 🙂
I totally said your “How rude” in a Stephanie Tanner tone. And you know what sucks? I don’t have any leftovers at all. Shitty deal for me! Oh well, Cali was worth it. I love your bowl. And I love Kyle’s Jenga project even more.
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