Hi, human friends!
Another Sunday. Another week done. Another day I wasn’t allowed to eat the same things as my parents.
We woke to a sunny day. I knew this was the day. The day I’d be invited to breakfast on the front porch. The day I’d get to eat this:
But no. No. No. NO! I had to stay inside while my (evil) parentmonsters ate their ice cream and pie breakfast and their french pressed coffee and their bowl of fruit. I like ice cream, pie, and fruit. Heck, I even like coffee grinds (is it grounds?).
I may have been mad as hell, but I still thought about all your shining faces. So I took the dessertforbreakfast breakfast recipe and chomped on it until my momster (mom + monster = you’re smart enough to get it) promised I’d also get some blueberry treats of my own.