I am a fan of Brunch. I am very sentimental of this type of meal. There are different versions of brunch that I adore. Brunch with friends at a diner/cafe, preferably outside, catching up on life, and sitting for ages without a rush in the world. Brunch with the kids/family full of pancakes, laughter and no cares. No planning or time limits that the Sunday dinner tends to bring. Then there is the romantic brunch. Either at home or out. Leisurely enjoying each other's company. Talking or not, newspapers or books stretched out before us. Minutes slip by and keep the tea refilled while in our own little world.
A park, the living room, or coffee shop- the brunch adapts to the location. Funny enough I also enjoy the solo brunch. Soft-boiled eggs or french toast at home while the radio or movie is on. Sitting at a coffee shop/ outside cafe (either at home or even when abroad) with the newspaper or favorite book and a cup a tea that never gets cold. I let myself get lost in my thoughts and re-charge for the week ahead---And of course, people watching. I love watching couples, families, and groups enjoying their time at brunch. Everyone is always cheerful, not in a hurry, and full of catching up with themselves or each other.
I indulge in this pleasure whenever I can. So today is the solo-brunch. Soft boiled eggs, bacon, and apricot jam on warm biscuits. Sitting with some tea and a new book, I plan on lounging away a few hours.