Roadtrips are quite literally part of my world. On any given weekend, I'll likely be down to gas up a car and ride out for a quick escape. The more spontaneous, the better. Something about seeing where the road takes me feels effortlessly adventurous, and I'm getting all tingly on the inside just typing it out right now. If the trip  little to no effort, why not just leap first and look later? So when I was riding north of the city to Tennessee this weekend, and saw a billboard that said "Georgia Winery, Next Exit. Free Tastings", I made sure the car got off at the next exit. Thankfully, my roadie(s) are usually onboard for a little randomness. And wine. And seriously, who wouldn't stop for free wine tasting? Some people pay top dollars for those things.

It's 11am. Chick-fil-a has stopped serving breakfast, Chipotle just opened for lunch, the morning rush has died down and some people are almost halfway through their workday. Then there's me. By 11am, I'm usually just getting into my workday groove, wondering what mysteries await during the day ahead, still digesting my breakfast and likely sipping through a coffee.

On Saturday, I was one of those annoying restaurant customers who pulled out her camera when the food came. These biscuits, though. Theeeese biscuits, though... (typed twice on purpose) they're famous for a reason. Do I even need to say what restaurant they're from? I may or may not be trying to recreate this recipe in my own kitchen soon.

Speaking of my kitchen, thanks to the nonstop rain and 65 degree summer weather, it finally got some action this weekend. Is "Brinner" a real term? Is it just one of the many words I've coined in my head that nobody else actually says?

Well... *Dwayne The Rock Johnson voice* IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT THE NAME IS!! Because I've been doing this breakfast for dinner thang for years. In fact, no undergrad collegiate experience is complete without a few poptarts and bowls of cereal for your evening feast. How else was I supposed to gain my freshman 15?

Thankfully, my culinary skills have come a long way since then, but I doubt there's a woman in this world who sincerely wants to throw down in the kitchen every single night. Sometimes (read: most times) I keep it simple, and breakfast is about as simple as it gets.

Homemade Stuffed French Toast

Bread (obviously) - 4 slices
Cream Cheese - 8oz
Brown Sugar - 1/4 cup
Berries of Choice - as much as you prefer
2 eggs
Almond Milk - 1/4 cup (can substitute with any milk)
Cinnamon - 2 tsp.
Butter/Margarine - 2 tbsp.
Vanilla Extract - 2 tsp.

For the fruit filling, I'm using strawberry preserves with blueberries on the side, but any blended berries will work. Even a mashed banana will make a good banana creme filling. I'm also using whole grain bread, but I hear those fancy Italian breads work well, too.

The instructions are literally as easy as 1, 2, 3.

I'm terrible at coming up with titles for these things.
Also, this photo has nothing to do with this post.
Except for the fact that I wish I could find this juice anywhere else other than Chipotle.

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