The power breakfast

Busy day ahead; so it was time for the Power Breakfast. Not one, but two boiled eggs. And these beauties came from Ine’s chickens down in the valley.  She is swapping me eggs for jostaberry plants.   She came up two days ago to check to see if they were ready to lift.

They aren’t as it has been so warm, but I’m happy to take the free range gifts.

My normal power breakfast is a helping of thick slices of perfect rye bread and peanut butter.  But our boulangerie is having a two week holiday and it throws me entirely.

I know I’m the jam queen, but I really don’t like sweet things first thing in the morning. So rye bread and cheese or peanut butter gives me the energy to surge out the door and build walls, or strim weeds, or hack my way down to the vineyard.

And surge I will in just a few minutes. Manu the muscle’s noisy moped is about to shatter the peace of the mountain and roar up our road.