Brunch.

There's honestly not enough words that I can express for my love for brunch. I don't know if it's the fact that I grew up loving brunch, it was such a treat when it came time for Easter Brunch, Mother's Day Brunch or Father's Day Brunch.  Maybe it's the atmosphere of brunch that I love. Maybe it's the food during brunch that I love.  Maybe it's because I love coffee so much. Maybe it's just the word itself. Whatever it may be, I love brunch.

Growing up I went to the most epic brunch buffet there was in the suburbs of Philadelphia.  My family rated the success of the holiday on the greatness of the brunch.  Each Easter we went to The Eagle Lodge - I found this very fascinating that we went to the Eagle lodge, cause for some reason I associate the "ea" in eagle with the "ea" in easter and found it funny. I dunno why. And Eagles are animals and the Easter bunny is an animal, but once again, I really don't know why my brain made those comparisons and found so much entertainment out of the extremely small coincidences. So this brunch buffet included every and any type of food you could imagine from an omelet to a hunk of ham to an array of pasta dishes to the frozen yogurt machine (and the assortment of toppings!) - it had everything.  One Easter we changed up our brunch location, let me tell you, that terrible Easter meal was the topic of every Easter/Mothers Day/Fathers Day meal conversation for years after.

When I was in 3rd grade we had some type of poster project assigned to create a new machine .... my machine was called "The Bruncher". This machine popped out the best meal you could ever have, Breakfast lunch and dinner all on one plate!

Nowadays, I think my reasoning behind my love for brunch has mainly to do with the unlimited coffee, joy of sitting and enjoying each others company, the relaxation of a weekend and the delicious mimosas included in every meal.  Brunch may be the most blissful time of the weekend.  My current go-to brunch meal is the poached egg over a biscuit and piece of salmon with a little hollindaise sauce drizzled over.  This past summer was the first time I had ever had a poached egg, and I was extremely pleased and have only had pleasant experiences since.  Although I must admit, the potatoes are final say in the rating of the brunch restaurant.


Final thoughts on brunch,  Sunday brunch > Saturday brunch.