Breakfast in Bed

This morning's meal is an ode to a clean room. Of which I've spent quite a bit of the last few days bringing order from chaos. Though the comforter did befell the minor setback during the photo shoot of chocolate on the sheets... oh oo whoa oo whoa oh! (simultaneous shout out to Chef Beth)

Pancake with Puss in Boots, in Bed, though not my best work, its safe to say Brilliant nonetheless: Blueberry, chocolate chips, flax, and sunflower seed buckwheat pancakes.... a touch of nutritious wheat and some special kind of uber vegetarian oil (only because the girl who sublet the apartment last summer left it behind and I gotta get rids of it somehow. Yeah, I know, hello January).. Speaking of which any of you peep yesterday's release from Apple? And I'd been hoping for a digital sketchbook.

Side of yougurt, raisons and granola all atop a bed of maple syrup and enough butter to saturate the pancakes like a second skin. The glass at the time filled with OJ was subterfuged during a lost night from Kiki. Always a friend, once a colleague now little more than a memory. I smoke a cigarette while writing this entry and ash in his empty glass.

Cheers foodies... Jahtzee

P.S. Incidentally, though this may be of most interest to those in the ford of hearts: the author of those fairy tales, who was employed as a secretary for Louis 14, began his career in law school...