Is it bad that the first thing I do after coming home from work is always checking the fridge? Even if I'm not hungry, I'm curious as to what my mom cooked for dinner without me. If my willpower is sufficient to avoid having dinner as a midnight snack, I'll eat it for brunch the next day. Thus, this morning, I ate half a grapefruit and a steaming bowl of Israeli couscous with fennel and leeks for breakfast. Maybe not your traditional breakfast fare, but it was delicious.
And that is a picture of my hero in Bon Apetit magazine.