Sunday Brunch

When we were first going out over 30 years ago, I’m not sure if we enjoyed sex or cooking together more. As good as the sex was, we made some dynamite gourmet food, specializing in brunch.

I woke up today thinking about food. I was mentally taking inventory of all the leftovers in the refrigerator that I could turn into brunch. We seldom eat together because I am usually an early morning person and I live with someone who is definitely nocturnal. But miraculously we got up around the same time today and we were both hungry.

I always like a fruit salad, so I sectioned a pink grapefruit, peeled some clementines, and threw in some red raspberries for color and because I love them.


It turned out we had some good leftovers:
– Mashed potatoes got mixed with sauteed onions and Italian parsley and shaped into little patties to slowly brown in light olive oil.
– Cooked but now cold asparagus donned some leftover reconstituted Hollandaise sauce.
– A couple of pieces of Texas-style Jewish brisket were heated up.

My husband showed up to make his absolutely perfect poached eggs. These eggs don’t come out of little cups, but are free-form in boiling water with a little white vinegar added. The whites are cooked, but the yellows are warm and runny. Just a dab of Hollandaise sauce on top.

A whole-wheat bagel toasted and split between us. Hot brewed coffee and breakfast was served.

Did I want to read the paper? No thanks, I just wanted to eat and savor every mouthful.

The only difference between gourmet breakfast as 20-somethings: My husband said, “Don’t give me too much of that brisket.” To which I replied, “Why? Are you afraid of getting fat?” Yep, that was it. We never worried about calories or grams of fat back then. My philosophy is to take a break from these thoughts from time to time and just enjoy eating. It is one of the real pleasures in life!

Back to Cheerios and green tea tomorrow...