I had a brilliant night last night
(good food and lots and LOTS of good conversation)
And I woke up to a very overcast and chilly winter's morning
and felt like having something comforting for breakfast.
When I was little my mum used to buy peanut butter from an organic store where you could grind it yourself and it was heavy duty 100% peanuts. Since then that's all I've ever liked eating; and every once in a while as a special treat she'd put it on toast with fresh banana and a tiny drizzle of honey. She did it because she loved it. Simple pleasures. Warms the soul. Truly.