Sunday breakfast? It’s everyone for themselves… scraps of food from under the table after Saturday night’s dinner party. When I was a kid, I would take my parents a cup of tea in bed. I haven’t trained my kids to that stage yet.
Then what? I’m a coffee addict. We live in a very rural area, but there is a coffee roasterie. I’ll jump in the car to get a double espresso and take home a decaf oat flat white for my wife.
