When I was a kid living on Air Force bases around the world, Sunday brunch at “the club” was a regular event. The club was the base officer’s club and no matter where you lived, brunch was after church, well attended, and featured a delicious variety of menu items.
As I became an adult, I tried to keep that Sunday tradition alive, but eventually it fell by the wayside. It seemed the only time I had brunch at all was when we indulged ourselves while traveling. We’d sleep in a little on Sunday morning and hit a nearby restaurant for a big sit-down breakfast. But it simply wasn’t the same.
Yesterday, I got up early and grabbed a quick English muffin. I planned on getting a few things done before the day got away from me. Later that morning, as I made my way through a fairly easy to-do list, my stomach reminded me that “breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” I asked Greg if he’d eaten. His negative response got us talking about food and before we knew it we were in the kitchen creating brunch.
I diced up some tomatoes, basil and mozarella.
Greg grabbed some leftover cooked sausage out of the fridge and whipped (literally used a hand mixer to whip) up some eggs for a frittata.
I sliced some Italian bread for toast and gave some thought to something fruity as we opted for wine instead of opening a bottle of bubbly for a traditional mimosa. Within 45 minutes we had a delightfully Italian-feeling brunch ready to eat. We set the table and tried to recapture those more formal brunches of our youth.
It was a fun reminder of days gone by and a little poke at my mind to do this more often. It’s said “you can’t go back” but there may be a way to get that Sunday morning brunch festivity back into your weekend.
There’s a whole world out there just waiting to be explored. Eating meals with loved ones is universal; enjoy these celebrations every day.
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