Brunch

... funch, munch, crunch..

I was tagged a while ago by madman Paul at Writing at the Kitchen Table. I'm sure he wont mind me calling him that, we are afterall very fond of Freya and Paul. Besides he is a man and madness does feature. Nothing wrong with a little madness, I've done very well on it for years.

The tag was brunch and it started with Rosa of Rosa's Yummy Yums... The deadline has long since passed but I still felt I needed to give a nod in Rosa's direction. Rosa has a yummy blog indeed, based in Switzerland. Take a look for some great food and stunning scenery shots, some cute cats too.

I don't really do breakfast, especially during the week. A well kept secret from my children, as trying to be a good mummy, I lead them to believe that breakfast is fabulous and must be eaten to start the day well. Best meal of the day and all that. Personally breakfast too early makes me gag and I'd much rather have a good cup of coffee and if I'm feeling really good or virtuous then a glass of water or fruit juice too. Luckily the boys seem to be the opposite. They can quite happily polish off a bowl of cereal at 6.30 in the morning and then graze on fruit, toast and whatever else they can get their hands on (whole cucumbers and carrots) until the next meal.

Now brunch is something entirely different. I love it. Mostly because it's generally served at a much more civil time. Nearly every weekend we have a brunch of sorts. Often a cardiac arrest inducing type affair with bacon and sausages featuring heavily, sometimes just a light poached egg with some toast. As we've been doing America I made some American style pancakes on Saturday (using Nigella's recipe). Little and Small love these pancakes smothered in maple syrup. What's not to love? Hubby insisted we also squeeze some lime juice on top of the maple syrup this time. It was quite nice...

I wont tag anyone, as, like I said the deadline has been and gone but brunch it was...

Also you may aswell know that I have agreed to try and always attend the breakfast table and force something down just for the sake of keeping up appearances and because finally it does seem to be sinking in about it kick starting your metabolism and my metabolism certainly needs a kickstart.