Confession time: this past weekend was one of those weekends.
One of those weekends when someone mistakes your pajamas for a uniform.
One of those weekends when nobody thinks about laundry until the piles threaten line of site to the TV.
One of those weekends when breakfast is the only meal on the table for 48 hours straight.
I’ll be honest, that last point is never a hard sell for me (OK, fine, none of the above is ever a hard sell for me); I don’t think I’ve made any secret of my passionate love affair with breakfast.
And it just feels right to eat food meant for lazy mornings all throughout the day when your mornings are running into your afternoons, which are running into your evenings. Don’t you think?
I’m on a serious chorizo + sweet potato = winning campaign lately. It’s just really hard not to love the combination of savory, salty chorizo sausage and creamy, satisfying sweet potato; I firmly believe that some foods are just made to be eaten together, and these are two of those.





























