Welcome to SEPTEMBER
I’m going to make a little admission – I don’t eat breakfast. Gasp! I know. Yes, it’s partly because I’m a terrible morning person (apologies in advance to my fiancé for a lifetime of grumpy starts to the day). Yes, it’s partly because I’m lazy and don’t want to rise even a minute earlier than I have to. But mostly, honestly, it’s because it’s a contender – when done right – for my favourite meal of the day. And so I only indulge in brunch on the weekend, when it can be done properly. When I can cook at leisure, eat unhurriedly and put off the washing up, indefinitely, while I potter. Like most of us, I’m a creature of habit and normally my brunching ritual involves avocado – and…