Emma the Chef, is Back.

I swear breakfast foods always taste better at night.

I interrupt my usually serious and reflective blog posts for one that is wholesome and pure. Last night, my flatmate Laura and I cooked a smorgasbord of breakfast food for dinner. The inspiration stemmed from a big bag of challah bread that I took home from my new job working at a bakery. It’s hard to beat bread and butter, but French toast is the only answer with challah in the picture.

With myself working early mornings on the weekend, and Laura working early on the weekdays, we were left with only one choice: breakfast for dinner! One quick trip to the shops for a few extra ingredients and we were ready to get cooking. Burners were switched on, eggs whisked, and “facon” (fake bacon) sizzled.

As everything started coming together, the smells emanating were enough to elicit a rumble in our tummies. Sweet, rich, buttery aromas arose from the French toast pan, while a savory smokiness filled the air from the bacon pan. We were laser-focused on our tasks, unwilling to make any errors.

After the French toast was golden brown, the bacon as crispy as fake bacon can get, and the eggs scrambled, we were ready to dig in.

Spot the Canadian maple syrup as a nod to my North American hertiage. The first bites were taken in silence as we both “mmmed” in satisfaction. We put on a comforting Christmas rom-com, dimmed the lights, and got cozy under fuzzy blankets.

Although I didn’t come out of the night with a life-altering realization about myself or the world, I did go to bed with a happy heart and stomach.