Her husband had lost his job that morning, and rent was due.
The basket covered the rest of the rent and groceries for the kids — and bought the family a little time.
Once a month a long table of friends sits down for breakfast in St. Pete or Gainesville. We eat, we laugh, everyone pays their own check — and then a basket goes around for the person who kept our coffee full.
The restaurant is shared only with people who RSVP — so nobody, including us, knows ahead of time who our server will be.


No agenda. It’s not a pitch meeting or a sales breakfast. Bring a friend, bring a business card if you like — mostly bring an appetite.
No planning the outcome. Someone else picks the restaurant, and we never choose the server. Whoever we’re given is who we bless.
It’s a we, not an I. One person can’t change a server’s month. A basket full of twenties can.
Thank you · see you next month







Mornings from St. Pete and Gainesville since January. Tap a photo to see the whole table.
It doesn’t have to be an I. It could be a we.
— Tina Yakel, RN, founder of Salty Fluids
Tina started Breakfast Blessings in January, in a hard season of her own, when she couldn’t give the way she wanted to — not to her kids, her family, or her community. So she called her friends instead.
They showed up, and they keep showing up, every month. Tina doesn’t pick the restaurant and nobody picks the server. As she puts it, it’s completely God-inspired: whoever we get is who gets blessed.

Bring twenty dollars and an appetite. We’ll text you where to go.