Breakfast is a very important meal. So I’ve been told. I like to take advice, and I think this is a particularly good piece of advice to take.
Thus mime and I ate a very important breakfast.
Ricotta cheese cake. Mango milkshakes. Sultanas. Because sultanas are honestly straight from heaven.
Okay, so truth be told, it wasn’t originally for breakfast. But we have an oven with a mind of it’s own, and after prolonged cooking time, it missed the dinner mark. It made a much better breakfast anyway. The ricotta cheese gave it a cheesecake texture, without the overpowering richness (I’m not a huge fan of traditional cheesecake). Add some lemon. Tea soaked sultanas. And boring things like eggs and vanilla.
Oh and yes. I made it. Yes, I did. I can cook! How about that?
Mind you, Mime wasn’t happy when I stopped breakfast to take pictures of my glorious creation. She wanted to eat it. Now. Not that I blame her, but really, it’s not everyday I cook something that doesn’t burn or explode, so it deserved a photo.