Holidays are really about one thing – food. Lots of it.
Thankfully the vineyard we stayed at was well stocked with spices and various syrups for us to pull off a makeshift breakfast consisting of french toast and orange juice. I am not usually a fan of syrup and bacon. But there was something about staying in a big house with my family that brought back memories of when we used to gather around the breakfast table all sleepy-eyed waiting for mum’s novelty pancakes, hot milk and any-styled-eggs.
Ahh… the good ol’ days.