Brunch. It’s the best, I’m sure you agree. It’s the romantic, laid back, effortlessly chic sibling of the proper breakfast.
Planning one to have friends join in on is wonderful, but there’s definitely a level of satisfaction that comes along with pulling it together from all the odds and ends that fill the fridge throughout the course of a busy week’s worth of cooking. Today has been the epitome of grey Seattle fall, and I’m content watching from indoors. But, a girl’s gotta eat, so I dug out the treasures that were hiding. Here’s what happened.
[soundtrack I cooked to :: Sylvan Esso]
Roasted sweet potatoes that I baked in the oven with thyme and smashed garlic were combined with sautéed onions, diced tomato and avocado. Applewood smoked bacon lardons accompanied scallions over sunnyside up quail eggs, all nestled on top of bacon fat wilted greens. (obviously I put chimichurri all over everything after I took this picture because the obsession is real and I’m not above it, so there’s that…)
I brunched not once, but twice this weekend. Yesterday I kicked off a new set of projects with some fellow creative (who are not cooks). We celebrated with boats and brunch at The Fishermen’s Terminal.
More on those new projects to come, but for now, here’s a teaser.