The night was childless and rainy, jam-packed with restless dogs and the sound of wind and eucalyptus seed-pods falling.
One of the most pleasurable things in life is to breakfast with one's b'lov'd, fresh and first thing in the morning, over coffee and scrambled eggs & spinach. Aroma Cafe (on Tujunga) is the kind of place that conjurs romantic notions of running a restaurant, but one exactly like that with red-brick patios, and French cafe tables, and large shiney capuccino machines, and row upon row of brioche and small, exquisite tarts (why does that seem to need a punchline?)
I am a lucky girl and I love my husband.
(photo: Jumby with ketchup; he's smiling on the inside)