Skip to main content

Second Breakfast

A few weeks back, I made plans to meet up with an old friend over the weekend. We were trying to figure out when schedules would align, and we finally settled on mid-morning on a Sunday. Given that, I figured that brunch of some sort would make sense. She agreed, and she even invited me over to her new condo so I could see the place. I didn't want to impose, but she insisted, so I consented to this plan.

Now, I don't generally like to make life harder for my friends, so I figured I would help with said brunch. I brought a bottle of champagne as a house-warming of sorts (also, mimosas with brunch are not unheard of), and I arrived with rolled-up sleeves. I wasn't about to make her slave away in a kitchen in exchange for my company. I'm not nearly that entertaining.

Before we actually got down to preparing the meal, we had to figure out what we wanted to eat. There were plenty of options: eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, a fruit compote, and miscellaneous fixings that could be thrown in. The only thing I absolutely wanted to have were the eggs, but I was completely open to the other options. She, on the other hand, was more interested in pancakes, but also had few preferences regarding the other options. Well, that left a lot of middle ground that we were unsure about.

Given that it was her kitchen, she offered up an option smack dab in that middle ground: split the meal into a couple of rounds. We could have a few items at first, and if we were still hungry, we could go back for round 2. And since there were two of us, it'd take less time than usual to prep, cook, and clean. It certainly didn't hurt that the kitchen was large enough for two adults to comfortably walk around, either. I didn't really have anywhere else to be, so that's what we went with. However, we quickly started joking about having two breakfasts.

Also, since we knew we were going to have two sets of food, we decided to break it up: the first round was savory, and the second round was sweet. So, the first batch included things like omelettes and sausages. We chatted and caught up for a bit, washed up, and then went right back to the kitchen in order to make a second batch of food. The second round included her pancakes and the aforementioned compote, as a dessert of sorts. It was a well-balanced pair of meals, I must say.

All in all, it was a good time catching up with an old friend, and I left feeling plenty full. As I was driving away, though, I couldn't help but chuckle about brunch turning into two breakfasts. And since my memory likes to jump in with random tidbits at times like that, I soon had a Lord of the Rings scene about "second breakfast" playing in my head. Second breakfast, indeed.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Pink

Way back in high school, there was a male teacher that all the girls thought was attractive. It was an open secret that a bunch of them had crushes on him. In fact, the school newspaper even did an article about him that quoted some girl saying, "he's so cute, he even makes pink look good." Yes, he had worn a pink shirt to school one day, and it had apparently been a big hit. I was reminded of this story when my sister-in-law suggested that she would choose pink as the color for her wedding and bridal party. I don't think I've ever made a color look good before, but I remember thinking, "well, I know it's possible to not look stupid in pink as a straight guy, I guess I can try." And I think that's almost exactly what I told her. I also happened to own a gray suit, so I figured the combination would look all right. However, I was pretty much the only one willing to play along. My sister-in-law's brothers wanted absolutely no part of th...

Dreams

Normally, I don't eat very many sweets. I tend to eat pretty generous portions, but I generally prefer savory food over sweet. In fact, I usually prefer things half as sweet when possible. My preference doesn't have anything to do with health reasons, it's just one of those things that I've always liked better. That said, I do inevitably eat dessert, particularly if I'm out with other people. My stance towards dessert is roughly equivalent to those who are social drinkers . If other people want to munch on something for dessert, I'm not about to cross my arms and refuse. That'd be just a tad gauche. So, I do eat some dessert. I even have a few standby favorites that I'll usually order when presented with them (brownies, creme brulee, and apple pie). But left to my own devices, I'm not about to go hunting for dessert. Apparently, this means that the sugar can really mess with my system under the right circumstances. As I've discovered, ...

New York City Trip (Day 1)

After my crappy flight , I was now in Newark, New Jersey at 7AM on a Friday morning. I had done a little bit of reading up, so I knew which bus I needed to take and where I was going to get off. All in all, getting into the city was surprisingly easy. I suppose speaking the language does make things simpler. Through no real planning of mine (a theme of the trip, at least on my part), I picked one of the later bus stops at which to get off, Grand Central. I actually just figured that getting off at Grand Central would give me options, and heck, it's called Grand Central. That just screamed "decent place to disembark that might be close to some stuff" to me, so that's where I got off. However, it also meant that we drove down 42 nd St to get to my bus stop. That just happens to be a big street, and it gave me a glimpse of Times Square as we drove by. My bus stop choice had accidentally given me a rough layout of the city. Go me. I had about 6 hours to kill...