Last Sunday, when I was pondering my last meal, and for some reason not choosing what would actually be my last meal, but instead what my last meal would be assuming that I was under all dietary restriction brought about by being pregnant, and thus not able to eat my preferred last meal, I completely overlooked breakfast.
You may have to read that last sentence over a time or two to really understand what it is I'm trying to say here, or you could just read the executive summary: I forgot breakfast. And what is more comforting, and thus better able to serve as a last meal, than a good breakfast? I am appalled and slightly mortified at the omission.
So, to try and make amends, I hereby present breakfast. Pancakes...I hadn't had pancakes in ages, but my personal chef was willing to revisit this basic culinary art. And inspired by this post, peanut butter hot chocolate.
I just hope that the thought of all that food will distract you from the actual content of this post.