Are there any words needed to describe this moonshine sunshine morning delite?  There aren’t and yet I’ll still try, because doing as many as six impossible things before breakfast is the name of any game worth playing, or at least any game worth playing while the coffee is brewing and the house is still asleep and there’s a big box of figs on the table with a note that says “EAT FIGS”

And I wonder why I can’t sleep in, when mornings are like that.

I layered slices of oozing heady fig pieces with globs of cream-silky vanilla Liberté yogurt, drizzled it all with Quebec wildflower honey and jammed some Honeycomb cereal in there because I roll with the cereal you guys.  Cereal is just awesome.

I also plopped some of my own Thai lemon-pineapple marmalade in there (laced with tamarind and chile and mint) because I could.  It didn’t go with the rest.  But damn, if it isn’t a fine marmalade anyway.  Absolutely stunning with tuna, what can I say.  I suppose a jams/jellies/pickles post update is forthcoming… no?  With recipes?  Yes?  Ah yes!  It will be done. ^_^

I mean, after I get some more sleep, that is. ^_^;;;;;