A while back, you were just a late breakfast. Then maybe a quiche or a simple salad in addition. Waffles if one really went wild. Now, there are wasabi-encrusted salmon fritters with chinchilla berries, buckwheat-semolina-semi-freddo cherry froth on an escarole blini. My daughter, age 7, asked why I wasn’t serving squid i its own ink with the brunch today. Brunch, I am sorry this world is so complicated.
I am sorry we all got carried away. You were there for me as a kid, then in college and in those heady New York days of brunch outside with [name of guy here] when we [name of funny incident here] and ultimately when that ended and Jess/Nicole/Liz and I would reconvene for more brunch to discuss. Oh, brunch, you fabulous creature spanning two parts of the day.
To make it up to you, I’m going back to basics.
Behold, A Bloat of Bagels.
And toppings of smoked salmon, capers, red onion, cream cheese, or, for those who favor the sweet, homemade jam.
I love you, Brunch.