Toasted

 

No, It’s not me that’s toasted… Today, anyway.

KIDDING!

Woke up this morning to a nice mug of Guatemala blend and a Krisproll,

Then got cracking away on my studies. Fortunately I didn’t have any classes today, so a leisurely review of my AP materials was in order. Just the way I like it.

After I’d had enough of MPS, the Multiplier, Ben Bernanke and other Macroeconomic activities, I made perhaps the most wonderful food ever.

Toast.

With St. Dalfour wild blueberry preserves,

It’s rich, with just a touch of sweetness. I absolutely love how the berries stain everything they touch. When I’m not wearing white, of course.

See how it just seeps into the towel? That dollop wasn’t on there for more than a few seconds. Beautiful.

One simply nutty, the other covered in a lovely layer of said preserves.

With a spot of Earl Grey,

Who came together with the simple slice to harmonize,

Mmm. Grudgingly I got back to Macro, but then was distracted by my super model of a dog, enjoying the lake breeze in the balcony -

   

She’s got the ‘I’m-too-beautiful-to-look-at-the-camera-directly” look down, don’t-cha think?