We break fast.

Breakfast is meant to be shared. I could eat breakfast for every meal, every day and probably never tire of it. Pre-makeup. Post surf. Post run. To break fast.

Almost more than breakfast food itself, I love sharing breakfast with friends. There’s something so honest about waking up together. Okay, not exactly waking up together, but seeing their faces first thing in the morning, pre-coffee. In talking over pancakes and eggs benedict, we form real, human connections. Sharing breakfast feels important, like camaraderie. Like we all chose to align our schedules, get out of bed at an ungodly hour and convene to partake.