There are many reasons why Carlos thinks I'm a little alien from outer space. One of the biggest reasons is that when he wakes up and is thinking about vegan croissants with jams and jellies, peanut butter, sweet porridges or cereal, he walks into the kitchen, and there I am, spatula in hand, sautéing mushrooms, tomatoes, peppers, kale, or getting sauerkraut out of a jar and the hummus out of the fridge. He calls me a breakfast alien. I just call myself a savoury breakfast eater, which is actually more common than you might think!
I love having jams and jellies and croissants as much as the next person, but I always need something savory, and I simply don't think that vegetables and breakfast clash!
"Says who?!" is what I always tell Carlos when he says vegetables and breakfast together define my alien status.Read More