Yesterday morning, a bowl of non-fat fromage frais for breakfast left me dreaming of all the lovely things I could have had instead of the oddly chalky thinness I was spooning into my mouth. Also, I was hungry all day. It took two deep bowls of ribollita (a Sky Gyngell recipe) to finally feel full at dinner time.
A plate of blood orange slices with honey made things better still and I went to bed with a happy tummy. But today I’m having a croissant for breakfast.