I like nice bread. I have this romantic idea of myself going weekly to a local independent bakery, exchanging some flirtatious glances with the dark-haired, dark-eyed indie boy working behind the counter, a smudge of flour across his cheek. Something super cringey and wonderful like that. I've graced the tube a time or two with a baguette tucked underneath my arm, and I gotta say, it made me feel pretty badass.
Putting eggs/breakfast stuffs on bread feels so European to me as well. I'm usually a cereal girl in the morning. Making something like this is definitely a treat.
Sliced banana, toasted bread, ugliest fried egg, feta cheese. Shovel in mouth.