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.
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.
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