Do you love a buttery blueberry scone, full of inky blue bites of redemption? Blueberries are like that. They redeem the ordinary biscuit by elevating it into a hopeful dose of antioxidant, guilt-free goodness. And what a gift, those little rolly-polly marbles, treasures of nutrition, and demin delights of every summer pie that leave indigo evidence on your previously "pearly whites". It's a package deal and oh so worth it!
It's been a couple of years of fully energized mornings, primed with the goodness of greenery and nutrient dense add ins, free from the weight of sugary carb' and fat loaded breakfasts. What was I thinking? That heady sugar high delivered in an array of forms from a combination of grains and sweeteners, served up with an occasional plate of breakfast meats and eggs, made me wonder what all those commercials featuring bright heel kickin' mornings were about. I really do love "breakfast foods", but have found that they really do not love me back!
For the most part, my conclusions have come after actually experiencing the freedom of snappy spirited mornings in contrast with the typical bulk of a standard American breakfast that fails to deliver what our bodies are really craving. It was a
Life changing...that's what happened several years ago when I first tried an Iced Americano at that famous coffee place that has taken over the world. I thought iced coffee was inherently a bit tangy with a stale edge, a residual from refrigerating the morning's brew, it's deep flavor a casualty of storage and time.
That first sip of deep roasted morning magic that simultaneously soothes and stimulates is a not only a ritual but a necessity for some of us, for it gets us standing upright, and thinking clearly. So why doesn't the leftover, poured over ice hours later still have that rich round flavor? I know there's a scientific explanation, and I'm not interested, thank you. Just give me a way to capture the fresh brewed flavor in iced form!