I know, I’m sorry – I didn’t post anything all weekend, not even on Monday. In my defense, I was busy being a gourmand – in the garden planting and pruning during the day and at a table enjoying food and drink with friends at night. There simply was no time left to catalog it all. But I took pictures, so here I am catching up.
We love brunch. Everything about this blended meal appeals to us, and so we work it into our schedule whenever we can. Since we work on many Sundays, it’s a particularly joyous treat when we do get the time to lounge over all the flavours. Brunch is a foodie’s meal.
Brunch was invented by an Englishman in the late 19th century. Believe it or not, Guy Beringer first publicized the idea in an essay defending the case for weary social butterflies suffering from a successful Saturday party. A traditional English breakfast which started with heavy meat pies and other rich proteins was too drastic, so brunch allowed people to ease into a meal, and the day. The idea was to start with “tea pastries”, and perhaps even have a bit of hair of the dog with a cocktail. If brunch was a real thing, he proposed, people wouldn’t be judged harshly for proceeding this way. Interestingly, the concept didn’t catch on in North America for more than thirty years.
Even when we do have a big work day ahead, we have been known to salvage a component of a brunch meal to raise our spirits. Even without a Caesar or a glass of bubbly, a bit of brunch works wonders to make me feel spoiled even on a work day.
Last weekend was hectic with yard projects and deck building so there was no time to waste. Saturday we went all out, and Sunday we dragged our tired selves out of bed to get back at it. My hubbie decided we deserved a treat and so he whipped up some biscuits with the first of the fresh herbs in the back garden. Thanks to Ina Garten’s fantastic biscuit recipe and some of our chili grape jelly, I got to feel spoiled if only for a mere half hour.
I might not have had a hangover on Sunday morning but my sore muscles were grateful for the chance to ease into the day. Mr. Beringer was so right:
“Brunch is cheerful, sociable and inciting. It is talk-compelling,” Beringer wrote. “It makes you satisfied with yourself and your fellow beings.”
I thought about calling this post “”Sunday Brunch” but as this morning unfolded, circumstances changed my focus. I woke up wanting waffles, and I already had the draft of my Pecan Waffle recipe in my archives. My hubby even had the inspiration to heat up some leftover chicken with a bit of maple syrup. As I read through the recipe and prepared, I was pleased to find I’d made notes reminding us to think of all the details (as I thanked my literary self for mentioning the maple syrup should come out of the fridge…) Things were going well – and then, they weren’t.
One can only multi-task so much, and then things start to implode. I was mixing, and chopping pecans, and heating milk for coffee, and greasing the waffle iron. I put the batter in the iron, but the oil had already cooked off so the waffle stuck. It really stuck! The only saving grace was that my waffle iron has removable plates. That and my hubby’s help in cleaning the plates and reheating them with oil got things back on track. I’m sorry there are no graphic representations of my fiasco; I was too busy trying to get brunch made properly.
We got the remaining waffles cooked and served up the plates. I heated more milk for a second cup of coffee. It was a delicious meal.
So, my advice to you is this: on a lazy Sunday, take things easy. Don’t be over zealous. Persevere and you will enjoy success.