When I was young, Sundays after mass meant brunch. My family would gather around my mom's kitchen table and enjoy eggs, bacon, toast, and sometimes fresh doughnuts from our favorite local grocery store, Market Basket. My dad loved sunny side up eggs, the runnier the better. My mom could somehow prepare them perfectly every single time. Sometimes I would add French Toast because that was the first thing I ever learned to make.
Looking back, I realize the menu was not what was important. It was time. The time spent together with my family on an early Sunday afternoon. It was the feeling of contentment and security and love I felt in that kitchen with the people I loved, knowing an entire day stretched out ahead of us before Monday morning came and sent us on our separate ways.
We enjoyed brunch together here yesterday. I used to have brunch on Sundays years ago, and we realized we missed it. Madison and Nicolas brought some delicious pastries, and we enjoyed scrambled eggs with cheese and garden onions, Canadian Bacon, turkey sausage, garden tomatoes, and fresh fruit. I also served ice-cold orange juice in the vintage pitcher I found at a local antique shop.
We sat on the deck overlooking the lake for a long time, talking and planning and laughing. And it was lovely. What about you? Do you enjoy a Sunday brunch every now and then? If not, you may want to give it a try. It can be as elaborate or as simple as you choose. Time together is what really matters. It is good for the soul.
Happy Monday, dear friends!