morning toast.

caramelized onion + fig jam + brie
{the toast that saved me from that nasty feeling of waking from a nasty dream}
in my old age i've finally learned not to stay in bed and attempt to sleep off any bad feelings, 
but rather to get up and do something. anything. run, drink coffee, talk to mum, 
photograph something arbitrary. this rainy morning it was exchange a few online words with stoop 
and caramelize onions to put atop yesterday's dinner baguette. 
it was, i'd say, as successful as can be.