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The Big Egg | New Brick and Mortar Café

The Big Egg | New Brick and Mortar Café by Heather Orton

Last month I had the privilege to spend the morning documenting the ladies of The Big Egg doing what they do best - making breakfast! If you're a breakfast guru like me you've most likely frequented (or at least heard of) their food cart in North Portland. Their mouth-watering breakfast sandwiches quickly became a cult classic in Portland's brunch scene, and with sandwiches like the Portobello – an over-medium egg topped with grilled organic portobello mushrooms, balsamic caramelized onions, wild arugula and house-made herbed aioli on a grilled ciabatta roll – who can blame them? They recently opened an adorable Brick and Mortar café on N. Alberta which will allow customers to linger longer, enjoy the beautiful light and fresh cheery vibe of the shop, and savor each delectable bite. What more can you ask for?

Weekend Mornings

Weekend Mornings by Heather Orton

Whoever said, “All happiness depends on a leisurely breakfast” sure got it right. There are some things worth waiting for and breakfast is one of them. That’s one of the best things about the weekend, you can wake up and enjoy the morning without feeling rushed or the need to be “more productive.”

All happiness depends on a leisurely breakfast.
— John Gunther

I love getting up early on the weekend. Why would you sleep in and miss the best part of the day? Sunday my husband and I love cooking breakfast together but Saturday mornings I typically spend alone reveling in the solitude and soaking in the colors and sounds of the morning. Now that it’s Spring and the trees are in full bloom I’m easily lured outdoors. This weekend, I walked to Roman Candle, one of my favorite bakeries in Portland to pick up some freshly baked scones - lemon currant and smoked dill this week!

The walk from my house takes about 20 minutes so by the time I arrive they’re just taking the scones out of the oven and placing them in the case. Heaven. The walk home is a struggle to forgo eating them on the way back. But I resist the urge (usually) knowing that when I get home I’ll open the windows to let the day in, grab a cup of coffee, curl up in my favorite chair with my cat, London, to read my latest book and savor each delectable bite.