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by devourslowly

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.