Here’s a little homeware porn to get you through your Monday morning. Today for my PTJ breakfast I had some sweet and fuzzy white donut peaches that I had bought on D[onut]-Day. These were quartered and arranged in a neat-but-messy row on my plate before I dolloped some fromage blanc over the top. I crushed some chocolate chip breakfast biscuits with my fingers and scattered the crumbs around to add a bit of crunch, then finally littered the plate with more donut peach in diced form to bring the scene back to life. Meanwhile, I brewed some locally roasted coffee in a french press, poured myself a tall glass of blood orange juice, and tipped the 6min old morning mud into a mug with a dash of raw milk. This was definitely a tasty morning on my Parisian windowsill watching a cooking show (by a guy that I swear is Italian mafia).
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