Whatever my mood, Sunday breakfast makes me happy  :)

Sunday breakfast is one of my most favourite things in the world. My father calls me "The Sunday breakfast Master" because, when I am at home and I don't get up too late, I usually prepare a huge but simple meal in which family and friends can indulge. 'Could delight' isn't grammatically incorrect, but it doesn't sound like natural English. Instead, I'd choose 'indulge' as the verb, and use the indicative rather than the conditional...the sentence implies that family and friends can indulge (if they want to). 

During the week I am always in a hurry, but on Sunday morning I am always calm and totally collected. I take the typical chef's attitude, moving so light and fast through the kitchen while my parents and my dog just sit and watch me.

We like to have a sweet breakfast, but instead of particular recipes, my favourite "menu" is the one I had almost every morning when I was a child. My comfort food par exellence: rustic bread, just warmed up, with home made apricot jam and fresh milk. Nothing special but it's unique for me, because it reminds me of my grandmother Lina. 

Every Sunday morning she always used to prepare me this toast and jam (for some unknown reason we aways put toast/bread before jam) saying "Ciao Nini!", as I had spent the whole week in Milan for university. 

Apricot jam has never, since, tasted as good as when she made it for me.

This is really well written, Francesca, with very few (minor) errors - well done! And your breakfast sounds delicious! 

Suggested alternatives to this one sentence:
Every Sunday morning she always used to prepare for me this jam toast saying "Ciao Nini!"
Every Sunday morning she always used to prepare me this jam toast for me saying "Ciao Nini!"
Every Sunday morning she would always prepare me this jam toast for me saying "Ciao Nini!"

A fond memory.

Sad or not, Sunday breakfast cheers me up makes me happy a lot :)

Sunday breakfast is one of my most favourite things in the world. My father calls called me "The Sunday breakfast Master" because when I am at home and I don't get up too late - I usually prepare a huge but simple meal in which family and friends can could delight.

During the week I am always in a hurry, but on Sunday morning I am always calm and totally collected. I take the typical chef's attitude, moving so lightly and quickly fast along around the kitchen while my parents and my dog just sit and watch me.

We like to have a sweet breakfast. But instead of using particular recipes, my favourite "menu" is the one I had quite every morning when I was a child. My comfort food par exellence: rustic bread, just warmed up, with home made apricot jam and fresh milk. Nothing special, but it's unique for me because it remember reminds me of my grandmother Lina.
Every Sunday morning she always used to prepare me this jam toast saying "Ciao Nini!", as I had spent the whole week in Milan for at university.
The apricot jam has never tastes great compared to when been tasted again as good as when she made it for me.

Excellent! A few notes:

-To be reminded of something is similar to remembering something, although sometimes somewhat unintentionally

-I would avoid using a comma before because because I think it makes your writing sound a little broken up

-I would use a comma before but, however, because I think it usually makes your writing sound better. Apart from when it is used in a sentence like this one you've written: a huge but simple meal Hope this helps!

Sad or not, Sunday breakfast makes me happy a lot :)

Sunday breakfast is one of my most favourite things in the world. My father called me "The Sunday breakfast Master" because, when I am at home and I don't get up too late, I usually prepare a huge but simple meal in which family and friends could delight.

During the week I am always in a hurry, but on Sunday morning I am always calm and totally collected. I take the typical chef's attitude, moving so light and fast along the kitchen while my parents and my dog just sit and watch me.

We like to have a sweet breakfast. But instead of particular recipes, my favourite "menu" is the one I had quite every morning when I was a child. My comfort food par exellence: rustic bread, just warmed up, with home made apricot jam and fresh milk. Nothing special but it's unique for me, because it remember me my grandmother Lina.
Every Sunday morning she always used to prepare me this jam toast saying "Ciao Nini!", as I had spent the whole week in Milan for university.
The apricot jam has never been tasted again as good as when she made it for me.