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.