Sunday Brunchin'

Growing up, Sundays after church always meant brunch. As soon as we would step in the door, Mom would fire up the griddle and mix up some pancake batter, or Dad would whip up some eggs and make the most wonderful omelets my little mouth had ever savored. Or we would try and beat the Sunday crowds to the nearest greasy spoon. (OK....as in, Panera.)

So now, I am conditioned to expect a delicious home-cooked brunch after church. About halfway through the service, just somewhere between where I am engaged in the sermon and where I am starting to zone out, my tummy starts rumbling. And then, as we make our way to the car, I debate whether today is a chocolate pancake and whipped cream day, or an omelet and home fries day. Because it's always one or the other. 

Yesterday was an omelet day. Oh yes....and a home fries day. And a turkey bacon day. 

Because if you're going to have one, why not have them all? 


  1. Ooooh, that looks delicious! Did you make that yourself?!

  2. Brenda, this is a great tradition. That food looks incredible. Have a great day! dawn suitcase vignettes xo

  3. That's always my problem, sweet or savory...


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