Don’t you ever keep me apart from coffee, especially if we’re interacting before 10am on any given day. I used to be the person who relied entirely on Starbucks and other coffee shops to get my morning fix. Then, when I moved to Toronto, the one thing I wanted for a housewarming gift was a Keurig Single Serve Coffee Maker. Not only did I fantasize about all the times I’d probably be curled up with a massive blanket sipping my “cup of joe,” but the convenience of a single serving at a time was too perfect to pass up.
I may take photos of absolutely everything I eat, but please don’t let the illusion of Instagram or my desire to keep my aesthetic strong because I am not a fan of cooking. Of course, I love to eat and, yes, there are moments when I’m in the kitchen thinking I’m the next Mario Batalli, sautéing and what have you. Most of the time, however, what goes on behind-the-scenes is a frustrated, hangry me, desperate to eat, too tired to cook, and eyeing that jar of peanut butter like I’m a thirsty camel and it’s my desert oasis.
After I wake up, I’m always confronted with the frustrating realization that it’s time for breakfast. Most days, if I have somewhere to be right away, I’ll drink a coffee or a hot water with lemon, throw my bag over my shoulder, and head out. In this instance, breakfast is non-existent. On the days where I have more leisure time once I roll myself out of bed, the need for breakfast arrives, slowly but surely.
Most people have their routines for breakfast. A bowl of oatmeal, two scrambled eggs, or a piece of toast with tea. Me? I’m all over the place. Literally. Some days, I crave the warmth and comfort of bacon, eggs, and toast. Other days, I wake up with an incredible sweet-tooth, soothed only by as much fruit as I can get my hands on.
Only the other day, my eyes shot open. After glancing at my mop of hair in the mirror of my closet door, it was time for breakfast. Completely out of routine for me, I walked to the kitchen with nothing but a blender, frozen fruit, my trusty almond milk, and a vision for a better breakfast.
Instagram was my queen the night before. The smoothie bowls I’d been searching had inspired me to make my own (if only for the photo I could add to my own feed).
This is the result.
Here’s what I included:
– Frozen mango chunks
To get the right consistency for a smoothie bowl, and to make sure your toppings don’t sink to the bottom, I recommend using more frozen fruit and less liquid – at least at the beginning.