Same … but different

July 4, 2019 / Su Leslie / 22 Comments

Decamped to Melbourne for a couple of days. Fortified with breakfast, exploring can begin.

So much tastier from a pretty bowl

April 13, 2019 / Su Leslie / 30 Comments

Yogurt, raspberries and granola topping. Junk-shop find bowl. Image: Su Leslie 2019

Reading and writing

March 23, 2019March 23, 2019 / Su Leslie / 20 Comments

“This book is for the reader who seeks a language with which to counter the development imperative in our accelerating culture. The various crises we encounter — ecological, economic or psychological — are very much the result of a blinkered philosophy of endless growth and cultural acceleration.”

— from the Introduction to Stand Firm

Definitely words to reflect on and process in my journal (over coffee and an early hot cross bun).

And an image for the Ragtag Daily Prompt | book

Leftovers for breakfast

January 24, 2019 / Su Leslie / 8 Comments

Perfect with homemade granola. Image: Su Leslie 2019

Wordless Wednesday

July 25, 2018 / Su Leslie / 30 Comments

Wordless Wednesday

November 8, 2017 / Su Leslie / 18 Comments

close up shot of bowl containing banana cinnamon hotcakes, sliced strawberries and pineapple. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

Sunshine breakfast for a gloomy day. Banana cinnamon hotcakes with fruit. Image; Su Leslie, 2017

RegularRandom: five minutes contemplating breakfast

February 22, 2017 / Su Leslie / 32 Comments

Detail, hand embroidered tablecloth. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

Good food and a good book. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

Breakfast. Image: Su Lesie, 2017

Walnut and cranberry sourdough bread. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

Re-reading an old favourite. Geoff Ryman’s 253. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

Bread and coffee. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

Walnut and cranberry sourdough bread. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

Morning coffee. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

The walnut and cranberry sourdough bread I baked a few days ago is still fresh enough not to need toasting, and was perfect with my morning latte.

In the spirit of mindful eating, I’m trying to make food more visually appealing, using our more interesting crockery, and setting the table with a cloth hand-embroidered by my paternal grandmother — whom I never met.

I’m sharing my breakfast contemplation as part of Desley Jane‘s RegularRandom challenge. If you’d like to know more about Five Minutes of Random #regularrandom (or just want to see some great photography), check out Musings of a Frequently Flying Scientist.

Sunday solitude

January 22, 2017January 22, 2017 / Su Leslie / 57 Comments

Sunday breakfast. Close-up shot of fruit salad (plum, blueberries and pomegranate) with croissant. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

Sunday breakfast; croissant and fruit. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

With all that’s happening in the world, and in my own life, it was nice to take a little time this morning to think, write, watch the wind blow debris all over the lawn — and enjoy breakfast.

Sunday morning breakfast. Plate of fruit and croissant, latte in a glass. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

Sunday morning breakfast. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

Sunday morning breakfast. Plate of fruit and croissant, latte in a glass. Garden in background. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

Sunday morning breakfast. Image: Su Leslie, 2017

A good morning

August 9, 2016 / Su Leslie / 24 Comments

Coffee, croissant and homemade jam served from my grandmother's silver jar. Image: Su Leslie, 2016

Coffee, croissant and homemade jam served from my grandmother’s silver jar holder. Image: Su Leslie, 2016

Since the boy-child moved out, my mornings have generally become more leisurely. I can wake according to my body-clock rather than the dictates of Auckland traffic.

Freed from cooking teenager-sized breakfasts, packing lunches and constantly, constantly reminding the boy to HURRY UP, breakfast has become a time for planning and contemplation; a little oasis of calm where I prepare for the day.

I have my grandmother’s silver jam jar holder, and while once I would have thought it ridiculous to use something like that just to hold jam (which, let’s face it, comes in its own jar) I now appreciate not only the simple beauty of the object, but the connection it gives me to the woman whose name I bear, and whom I know only from photographs and my father’s memories.

This post was written for the Daily Post Photo Challenge. This week’s theme is morning.