You see those? Shelf, left side? Yep. Cinnamon buns. Size of your head. And amazing.
Know what’s even more amazing? Enjoying a bit of those, an egg/potato/bacon situation, and some coffee with one of your best girls all the way on the other side of the country. Didn’t matter that Santa Monica is a foggy mess this weekend and that it’s probably warmer in Ohio. “Brunch”/ “Brunching”/ “To Brunch”… it’s a verb. It means more than just the meal. And it is one of my favorite little pleasures in life.
(Yes, I also realize that is a rather large bottle of champagne. That’s for another day…)