Also a table of assorted Danishes

Here it is. We should really be having Brunch more often. Today I awoke at the perfect juncture for Brunch. Sadly all I came upon in my kitchen was expired egg nog and a single slice of deli turkey, arranged carefully atop paper towel. So it was that I could not Brunch. No loss, you may think, especially those of you who believe the word ‘brunch’ connotes nothing but a classist indulgence, and consequently shun it. Some believe Brunch to be too yuppie. I have discovered a way to have Brunch anywhere, and at anytime. Drink a Mimosa. Why the other day I had 13 Brunches in a row. I was so sophisticated by the end I could barely pee.