I love breakfast (doesn’t everyone), but I’m no purest. I call whatever I’m eating between pre-dawn and noon – breakfast. In my younger days that could mean White Castle Hamburgers at 3:00 am; after a night of clubbing or a baggie full of dry corn flakes eaten by the handful in a 7:45 am class.
Today my eating habits have improved a little. Most weekday mornings; I break the fast with a banana and a cup of coffee or tea. Now that we are heading into the colder weather, some mornings I will replace or augment my daily banana with a bowl of oatmeal or cream of wheat. Culinary creativity suffers when time is limited and you need to be out the door; ASAP.
It is only during the weekend that I can give in to the Muse that inspires elaborate breakfast banquets. I am a first-rate French omelet chef; thanks to culinary training and Jacques Pepin (click here for his excellent demonstration). I have also picked up some skills from my mom (Mom, Inc.). She loves to eat and socialize; hates to cook and clean; and is very clever. Over the years she has developed a few easy crowd pleasing recipes that actually lets the cook on duty sit down and share in the meal with family and houseguests. My mother is the mother of invention.
For me weekend breakfast is about family, friends and the food. Breakfast becomes festive and not just a meal to refuel the body. That is particularly true, here, in New York City. In New York City, weekend breakfast is such a leisurely and lingering ritual that it extends beyond the morning hours; into the early afternoon. It is called brunch (as in breakfast + lunch = brunch). Brunch appeals to me. It satiates my physical need for food and my emotional need to connect with folks.
The food I consume at brunch isn’t always good for my body. Menu items are often very fattening but, the conversations I’ve had with friends and family over brunch have always been edifying and spirit nourishing. An occasional brunch in a restaurant is an essential part of my personal wellness plan.
Finally, I like that the dishes served at brunch often blur the lines of demarcation/identification between the meals. The lines are blurred even more (along with your eyesight) when you add alcohol to the mix; which is SOP (standard operating procedure) in most area restaurants. Free flowing bloody marys or mimosas + free flowing conversation = brunch bliss.
For this photo challenge I’m sharing a picture of an artistically presented plate of stuffed French toast. It is stuffed with peanut butter and jelly. It is topped with powdered sugar, whipped cream, caramel sauce, chocolate sauce, maple syrup, and garnished with chopped nuts and fresh strawberries. Basically, this dish covers breakfast, lunch and dessert. So like I said; the lines are blurred when it comes to breakfast + lunch = brunch. Fortunately, this was a shared plate (tGfff – thank God for foodie friends) but, it still carried a high calorie punch. I’m just hoping that the blurred lines extends to the viewing of the outline of my body. A soft focus of my shape; and a little gauze over the lens when looking at my girth will be needed if I keep eating like this.
I’m going for a walk. I’ll be back for dinner.
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