Breakfast

Breakfast has got a whole new different meaning during weekends. Unlike the insipid milk we drank and every-day-the-same bread we stuffed ourselves during weekdays, all of a sudden, it becomes the sine qua non meal of the day. I don’t mind abstaining during the weekdays just for my weekend indulgence.

Friday night often ended up on bed discussing ‘where to go’, ‘what to eat’ with Kevin and pretty soon, Zivy will be able to participate. Our weekend breakfast used to range from the ever so convenient Macs to quick!-snatch-the-free-bread Café Cartel and poor-service Swensen, but these days, we get a little more adventurous in our choices and drove great distance. Travelling time is longer an obstacle to us, ever since Kevin got sick and tired of Macs. I have to admit he is quite an epicure.

Recently, we patronised our long time love, Caffe Beviamo @ Tanglin Mall, our new found love, Jones @ Dempsey Hill (Thanks to Mr Volvo for the great recommendation) and if you think western spread is all we love, well, we also like occasional, Red Star for our dim sum craving fix.

We have been long time customer of Caffe Beviamo since Ziv’s Gymboree days and that we actually ordering food off the menu. So how do we manage a peaceful meal with our active Son? Regale him with chocolate muffins, bread and anything and everything that spell SWEET.

Candid shots are Jones...

Heavy breakfast often leaves me a feeling of satiety and it seemed that the 5-day wait is all worth.