And now behind the scenes:
Fruit prepped and plated.
Pannetone waiting to be sliced up and toasted and buttered. As a kid, I never really liked pannetone. It always seemed dry and just sort of well . . .blah. Then I discovered it toasted and buttered, and now I LOVE pannetone. Every year at Easter my grandma buys me one instead of chocolate, and I every year I thank her several times.
It was a team effort to get breakfast ready.
Juiced oranges waiting to be chopped up and thrown in the compost bin. And other oranges waiting to be juiced. It takes a lot of oranges to make orange juice, I’m much more appreciative of Tropicana!