Originally published on my old (now defunct) blog in September 2008, I just don’t want to give up my theories on brunch quite yet.
I have never been a breakfast person. My mum would have to resort to making me very non-breakfast foods so I would eat (ie: tuna fish, leftovers…). Even now, I have to talk myself into eating breakfast most of the time. I know it’s the “most important meal of the day” – but there’s a disconnect between that & what my stomach thinks. My stomach simply needs time & a bit of tea to wake up properly. My stomach is the type of stomach that likes lazing about the living room with the comics section of the newspaper, giggling at Snoopy, sipping tea, & reading its daily horoscope.
That’s why I like brunch. Brunch is the type of meal I can stand behind in the morning because it’s not thrown at you first thing. You can sit with a hot beverage & enjoy morning conversation. Rather than woof down sustenance for the rest of the day, you can leisurely munch.
Three cheers for brunch!