Basically all I want to eat this December is warm, cozy breakfasts. Exhibit A riiiiight up there.
Ever since I moved to a place where “winter” means 40 degrees, instead of -40 degrees, my usual winter cravings have not been kicking in. Normally at this time of year, I’m all about big pots of chili, grilled cheese and homemade tomato soup, and gooey, cheesy baked pastas (swoooooooon), but I gotta admit, in California it just doesn’t feel the same. But my desire to wake up on cold, gray weekend mornings and cozy up with a mug of coffee, an incredible, warm, streusel-topped plate of goodness, and some Ina Garten? Still VERY strong.
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