Looking for a breakfast in bed recipe for Mother’s Day that’s elegant yet easy enough for little hands? Prosciutto, brie and apricots on toasty baguette will make Mom happy. Bonus: this recipe also makes a fabulous, crowd-pleasing appetizer for your next party.

Thanks to our longtime favorite preserves brand Bonne Maman for sponsoring this post, and thanks to you for supporting your partners. 

Mother's Day incoming

Just gonna put it out there that I can’t believe Mother’s Day is coming up so soon. How did that happen? Rhetorical question, to be sure, but our 12-year-old daughter has a theory. As a kid I remember time dragging on endlessly. The months between putting a certain blue backpack on my Christmas list and opening it by the tree was a grueling hundred and one years long. The last two weeks of school each year bled into eternity.

An unsettling theory of time

I don’t know whether it’s the fast pace of technological change, the over-scheduling, or just her old soul, but the 12 year old has not had the same experience at all. She processes time like a middle-aged adult: weeks and months fly by, faster all the time. And here’s the kind of theory that a pliable, youthful, slightly contrarian brain unleashes on a middle-aged experience:

What if time actually is speeding up, but everything else — including the units we use to measure time — is speeding up proportionally, so we don’t have any formal way of measuring the acceleration? Yet we’re human, and humans (especially the musicians among us, BTW) have an innate sense of time that’s perceptive enough to raise a red flag in the distance. We know enough about time speeding up to be unsettled by it, but not enough to really call it out. 

Humans, am I right?

Yikes, right? That’s what a few of her friends and mine have said when she mentioned it. And hey, for whatever reason, the fact that it’s extremely unlikely to be true doesn’t make it appreciably less spooky.

Humans, am I right?

Bonne Maman preserves

I’m guessing that’s not quite the cozy introduction that Bonne Maman expected from this mom of two in advance of Mother’s Day. But it’s a true, and treasured, reflection of my parenting experience at the moment. And such dalliances with the tween thought process make me all the more grateful for the beautiful things in our life that don’t change. Like Bonne Maman preserves. I’m sorry if that’s a little “on the nose,” as they say in London. But it’s true.

Not to pull rank, but we Copes are so tight with Bonne Maman that we’ve been using their jars as our primary drinking glasses since way before it was cool. (Here’s some proof from 2010, which was years — years, I tell you — into our pre-hipster-era jar drinking movement.)

Perfect breakfast in bed

But there’s so much more about Bonne Maman that’s carried on throughout the years. Their use of simple, honest, wholesome ingredients you’d find in your own pantry. Their time-honored recipes. The way the taste, and even the jar, evoke decades-old memories and yet somehow fit seamlessly into modern life.

This might be awkwardly much, but there are a few brands that are virtually synonymous with Cope, and this is one of them. So on Mother’s Day, I’d be psyched to have this beautiful breakfast delivered to my bedside. Maybe with some cold-brewed iced coffee. Or a glass of Veuve, if you insist.