I hope you all had a wonderful holiday celebrating all the grace we reaped upon the resurrection of the Savior. :) No matter what season of life I'm in, Easter always has a way of pulling my heart back to Jesus. I still remember that first Good Friday I was able to fully and truly experience, and the fullness in my soul on that particular resurrection day. C.S. Lewis said that "faith is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of changing moods." So much this.
I worked the longest.day.ever. on Saturday evening, and didn't get home until almost midnight—and my husband likewise didn't arrive back home from work until 2 or 3 in the morning. So, we were tired tired tired on Sunday. But my in-laws came over in the early afternoon, and we had a low-key Easter brunch. My husband made his favorite and best Swedish Pancakes, recipe courtesy of a long line of Swedish relatives. It really is the best Swedish Pancake recipe. I'll post it sometime soon, along with my hubby's technique (perfected over years) for making the best batch.
I also made some little ham and egg cups with various toppings. Have you seen those on Pinterest??? I see them all.the.time. on my feed, and I never thought they looked that appetizing. But, they were easy and quick (and cute!!), so I tried them for brunch. They were AMAZE. Really. And a big hit. I'll definitely be making them again.
Verdict: A+
I didn't really follow a recipe, per se. They're very simple. I used deli ham slices, and lined the cups of an oil-sprayed muffin tin with them before cracking eggs right into the ham cups. Then I gave each one a pinch of salt and pepper, and various toppings. I used chopped veggies, a gouda and swiss shredded cheese blend from Trader Joe's, chives, parsley. I baked them @ 425 degrees for 15 min—for a solid yolk. If you like your yolks a little runny, decrease your baking time.
I also didn't take any pictures of this brunch, which is super sad. :( Sorry!
BUT, to make it up to you.... here's a brunch my hubby and I enjoyed last week:
And another one we enjoyed at the Cabbage Patch in Snohomish a couple of weeks ago:
btw. I LOVE. LOVE. LOVE eggs benedict. I'm sure you'll hear more about that love affair at some point...
After that, we were feeling kinda sleep-deprived, so we just didn't do much of anything the rest of the day. I cleaned out the garage a little, and hubs pulled some weeds (and plants we don't want... and flowers we don't want... eep) out from the side of the house. Boring boring adulting adult blah blah blah you get the idea.
Okay, on a somewhat unrelated note...
Can I tell you the story of how I came to love brunch? I don't think I've really actually shared this story with anyone before... (lucky you!)
I had never actually enjoyed *proper* brunch, at least not that I can remember, until a couple of years ago. I mean, I'm sure I knew it existed, right? And I'd been to mid-morning/early-afternoon breakfast before... but not brunch, officially.
I have a good friend who I've known for a couple of years now and when we first were hanging out and getting to know each other, she invited me to brunch. We went to this really adorable and tasty little cafe near her place and had like theBESTever french toast (dipped in corn flakes, like whaaaat). And just the best ever time talking and hanging out, and little did I know this would become "the usual" spot, one we'd go to over and over again, one I'd share with other friends, one that would be my go-to for those I-woke-up-late, messy-hair-don't-care days.
But I think what makes me love brunch is not the idea of it, per se, but more so the idea that it symbolizes rest, togetherness, and food (so basically my definition of cozy heart-warming love). I mean, we never called it brunch, but my dad would always make breakfast on weekend mornings when we slept in late and woke up to sunny southwest days and spent time with everyone together. He still does that when I go to visit. He and my mom make breakfast for each other and us on birthdays, holidays, or just those need-some-love days. I get my love of breakfast from my dad, and I get my love of brunch from my family and friends.
I have so many good memories of brunch. Brunch is a good excuse to make more of those kinds of memories, and I like that. :)
Anyway, right now it's sunny and beautiful outside, so I'm sitting in the bean bag chair by the window corner soaking up the sun and trying to figure out what to make for dinner before a friend comes over!
Post-work, post-shower, sans makeup, and ready to cook!
Next time I'll show you what we ate. :)
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