I’m not a morning person, which means I’m not a breakfast person either. Breakfast is just something to put in my stomach to get me through till lunch. Generally, it isn’t particularly healthy, or even tasty, as it’s something I grab as I dash madly out the door on my way to work. Except on holidays. Holidays are different. Holidays are for leisurely breakfasts eaten while staring out at the ocean, and knowing that the only decisions I need to make are whether to get a tan or go back to bed for a post-breakfast snooze.
