Breakfast on the Porch
It's our last morning in Niagara-on-the-Lake, our last very civilized brekkie out on the porch at The Shaw Club Hotel. I must say it's been lovely to enjoy eggs benedict, or brioche French toast, a truffled omelette, and even the simple continental of creamy yogurt with fresh berries and nuts, toast with Greaves marmalade and muffins.
Breakfast is often such and rushed and usually boring affair six mornings of my week. I do make an effort on Sundays to up the ante a little with a great omelette and even greater latte, but the rest of the week I break the fast with fibre loaded concoction of dry oatmeal, bran, protein powder, almond milk, wild blueberries or rasps, psyllium husk (I told you it was fibre loaded! And let's not discuss why.) enlivened with cinnamon and vanilla. Sounds just awful as I write it all down, but actually it's not that bad. It just doesn't stand up well against the eggs benedict which came to my table all decked out with thick slabs of peameal bacon, two perfectly poached eggs and a generous pour of sunshine from the hollandaise. What a great way to dress up an English muffin!
Treat yourself to a nice brekkie this week -- the start of so many days deserves the uplift.
More on Niagara-on-the-Lake, the wines, the food, and the Shaw Festival, later next week.