Sometimes on Sunday mornings Adam gets real ambitious. Ambitious enough to tackle our leftovers from dinner and make something spectacular for breakfast. Like baby potatoes, steak, onions and eggs.
My stomach thanks him.
And even though I don’t particularly care for bloody marys, I gave this morning’s creation a try. Not terrible. Especially since it was made with fresh homemade salsa.
That must have been the saving grace of this drink.
The vodka had nothing to do with it.
This is what I look like in the morning.
I’m not normally so blurry.
No makeup, dirty hair and hiding behind my cup of tea.
And that’s Sunday.