

Weekend breakfast is always special. We load the table to capacity. That's what we had:
Croissants (four in all - two for each one) - plus baguette with sesame or poppy grains outside
Black Assam tea (for me with milk and a glass of orange or apple juice (I prefer the last)
Forest honey and Moor honey, both from nearby
Unsweetened almond paste and hazelnut paste (those two big jars) and Nutella
3 jams: cherry, cherry plum, quince.
Well, that's the breakfast. Let me stress this however: it's not French, it's not German, it's just ours.
My fellow blogger Bere in her blog A Chronology of Stupidity shows the photo of a very different kind of breakfast, US American style, I suppose. It is her post "time lost, weight gain", you have to scroll down a bit after landing there.
Here in France, most people have a very simple b. Black coffee, baguette, butter and some marmalade or jam. Frequently, the jam is skipped. So many different ways to start happily into a new day.