It's Saturday morning. Mr. Tomato is still asleep. Ben has been awake for nearly two hours and is hungry. Do I make the breakfast I had planned now, or do I get him the PB&J he's asking for and make the meal later? Why, later of course, for brunch!
Brunch is special. When I was growing up an Army brat, we would occasionally go to the Officers' Club for all-you-can-eat brunch, which for us kids meant all the chocolate milk you can stomach. I still remember my sister and I walking home with the boys who lived next door when one of them projectile vomited chocolate milk from the center line of the road all the way to the sidewalk. Ah, brunch.
Brunch is a celebration of The Day Off, of having time to laze around and cook in the morning. It's being able to make breakfast foods for real, not just oatmeal or cinnamon toast with fruit that's been cut up for days. And while breakfast for dinner is not unusual around here, having real food for breakfast is, well, special.
Here's this morning's brunch. Old Fashioned Chelsea Waffles (our favorite) from Vegan Brunch by Isa Chandra Moskowitz, with Gimme Lean sausage patties, and mango-banana-orange-berry smoothies. Waffles are another thing I never made until going vegan. Turns out, in this town vegan waffles are all homemade.