ladies who brunch

"There are very few things this New Yorker loves as much as Sunday brunch. You can sleep until noon and still get eggs anywhere in the city, alcohol is often included with the meal, and Sunday is the one day a week you get the single woman's sports pages: the New York Times wedding section." -Carrie

A friend recently commented that "brunch" was such a "New York" thing. I hadn't realized. Although the fact that Leslie thought it appropriate to celebrate her last weekend in Manhattan with a potluck brunch should have made it obvious to me. Fabulous times were had, as to be expected of the best meal of every week.

We enjoyed fennel salad, wheatberry salad, fruit salad and scrambled pesto eggs with eggplant and garlic scapes. Deliciousness, plus my spinach & feta quiche:

Oh, and mimosas... more than one of 'em. Champagne and orange juice is most definitely one of those matches made in heaven. It's often my morning cocktail of choice, right next to Bloody Mary's which I surprisingly only tried for the first time two weekends ago. Spice really is better every now and again.

Anyway, back to the food :) I piled my plate high with the many salads, eggs, a taste of my own creation and a sweet piece of Rebecca's berry pound cake.

Then I finished the meal happy and satisfied with Sarah's homemade ricotta over her beautifully-assembled fruit salad.

But more than the food, and the drinks, and a whole lot more than the NYT wedding section (I'm all for love and marriage {especially the equal kind} but I'd like to wait a few years before even thinking about that special day of my own), brunch is amazing because it always means quality friend time. Thank you, my dear Leslie, for hosting such a Sunday treat. I'm sure I speak for all of us (Sarah, Katie, Sofia and Rebecca) when I say it was one of our best brunches to date.