Eat Read & Cook

  This is a morning recipe. Mornings are different everyday. They were different in our childhood, when we need not to worry about the food on our plate. Mornings were different in our college or hostel days, when burnt toasts and black coffees were enough. Morning again became different once we got married. It's a time of slow living filled with cozy comforts and bed time breakfasts and soul soothing cappuccinos. But all hell broke loose after having the baby. The slow mornings became an overnight chaos with the continuous feeding and sleeping and worrying and sleep deprivation and postpartum depression. So yes...food changed for me over these mornings. Somedays I just don't eat anything other than having just a cup of coffee. Somedays I pull out some leftover from the fridge and eat that hard cold just because I have to take medicine afterwards.  And nobody asks what I would like to have for breakfasts. May be one day I would like to make this toast for my breakfast. This one