It’s 5 a.m. on a Sunday and I’m at the airport for a flight to Boston. The only thing giving me half a reason to live right now is this.
Wheat berries with roasted cabbage and fennel, avocado and parsley. Not breakfast food, you say? It is still nighttime, I argue. And I’d love to plop a fried egg on top, but that’s not an option available to me right now. So this will have to do.