It was far too casual to be considered “brunch,” at least as far as Meagan was concerned, Clara could tell. In her world, brunch was food with food with fancy foreign names, mimosas and tablecloths.
i love brunches because i love eating a lot and i love bacon to death! it is my favourite meal. and i think of dd when i hear the word. i like mimosas too. although they get me drunk really fast. but i love it!
this is not written in 60 seconds because it started again. anyway, i love brunch cause i love breakfast and lunch haha. that is all. bye.
i had brunch with my family a while ago. my grandma makes this sort of egg sauce that doesn’t really have an name other than egg sauce. I think there’s mustard in it. It’s definitely my favourite breakfast food aside from crepes. I also like Denny’s brunch, but it’s more like a shitty version of a real breakfast.
With no formalitties or thought, the perfect combination
Breakfast?
Lunch?
Somwhere stranded on the desert of in between?
Like me?
My life is a brunch
The combination of two smushed into one.
Yum brunch
Yum brunch
well i dont know what burnch is. no, i actually know about it. it’s a combination of lunch and breakfast and that is what I usually have everyday because I wake up in the afternoon. brunch is actually very healthy and you get to enjoy two different varieties at once. not bad at all.
I love to eat brunch with my friends, especially bagels or waffles. It’s such a wonderful time. It also reminds me of fancy Brits who have tea and crumpets but that may not be brunch. It reminds me of eating brunch after church when I was a kid, but I prefer to have Sunday hungover brunches with good friends after a crazy night out Saturday. Yay brunch
I love going out for brunch. That’s something my boyfriend and I do as often as we can. Last week we were at Marie Lavaeu, a place in Stockholm that has the best apple cinnamon milkshake ever. Next week we are going to Kvarnen, to use our voucher from Groupon.
something a bit girly, but not in the way that you’d expect, it’s a meeting of two moments not altogether pleasant, but perhaps made more accommodating by their being placed together – still, food should not be in halves.
Brunch is a meal between breakfast and lunch. I feel like people usually go to brunch on Sundays. A typical dish served at brunch is french toast. Brunch would be eaten between 10 and 12 PM. Not many restaurants offer brunch.
i like brunch. i like eggs benedict with friends. and it’s sunny outside and the place is bustling. i like flowers with my breakfast but I’ve never been to a place that served it like that. i like to think i’m french when i eat brunch. with the silverware and the clean white plates.
My eyes slowly opened, but I closed them again after a few seconds. I didn’t want to get up anytime soon. I turned myself over towards my alarm clock and opened my eyes again. 12:00. I stared at the red numbers for a few moments then shut my eyes. I’ll get up in a little bit to have some brunch.
a meal with an identity crisis. to be breakfast or to be lunch? a confusing time with more confusing decisions to make. pancakes or a sanwhich? how about both! maybe some crepes and a big diet coke.
My eyes slowly opened after twelve or so minutes. I didn’t want to get up anytime soon. I turned my over to my alarm clock. 12:00. I stared at the red numbers for a few moments then closed my eyes again. I’ll get up in about 25 minutes to have some brunch.
Brunch is between breakfast and lunch. You can eat eggs, biscuits, pancakes, but also lunch things like sandwiches. A lot of times, tea is drunk, but not always. I have never been to a brunch.
Brunch, the meal that comes between breakfast and lunch. I first heard of brunch on the Simpsons, the episode where Marge is contemplating cheating on Homer with the bowler, Jacques. Did the Simpsons invent brunch? Or did it exist before that episode aired? And couldn’t it have been just as easily lunfast?
I like the easyness of brunch. You don’t have to wake up too early, and you don’t have to look fancy — though looking cute and put together is a nice thing. And the later time allows a little extra effort. Brunch is perfect for catching up over biscuits & gravy, or easy conversation with a lover after a night spent in one another’s arms. It’s a special meal without being special.
it is a consolidation. mathematication. felicitation. you can have crepes with butter, chicken with rice, and pancakes with ketchup. that’s what emile loved about it so much and that’s why he always showed up to see his grandmother every Sunday. She lived on the outskirts of the golf course of a country club that only old people went to, however, she was probably the youngest of them all. Felicity, her neighbor, was nearing 85 and had to switch apartments with her because she could no longer walk up the stairs.
Sherlock awoke to the sound of his phone, alerting him to a text with the sound of a gunshot. It startled him out of his shallow sleep, and he rolled over to inspect it suspiciously. John must have altered it in the same way that Irene had, only adding his own flair to make it more… alarming.
“Make yourself decent and come downstairs,” the text read.
The sliver of light forcing its way between the tightly-drawn blinds sought after Sherlock’s eyes, shining bright yellow into them with the light of a sun which had nearly reached its apex. Sherlock sighed and rolled his legs out of bed, reluctantly giving up the notion of gaining any more sleep for the next few days. With a quick fuss with his bedhead, a noncommittal brush of the teeth, a robe and slippers, the tired insomniac trudged his way down to 221A. He was greeted by the scents of freshly-baked scones and something to do with eggs.
“Ah, Sherlock,” Mrs. Hudson called happily as he poked his head in the door. She was just setting the small coffee table in front of her couch, placing a steaming quiche onto a hot-pad in the corner.
John came out to join them, laden down with juice and coffee. He motioned with his head for Sherlock to sit down. “Drink up,” he sang, handing Sherlock a mug to pour coffee into. The detective’s eyes looked positively droopy. Perhaps they’d woken him too soon? “You’ll need to be awake, we’ve got a lot to do after brunch.”
Sherlock did a quick read of John’s attire and rolled his eyes. Hiking boots. How exciting.
Mimossas vodka and bloddy colourd juice. mexicans flipping omletes chopping up onions with out wearing gloves. old white men walking around smiling umcomfortable. old white woman wearing flower print coats and white dresses underneath showing off they’re oversized dentures bellowing ” well isnt this just wonderfullll!!”
Lunch and breakfast for the late riser, or perhaps only that one person who was too lazy to fix something else for lunch. Or they just really like breakfast foods. I don’t know. Don’t really care either, I’m not one to judge, though I detest most breakfast items. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I simply don’t care enough about this prompt to write something fluffy or fictional… and I just received inspiration for this prompt. Thank you, muse of my perpetually late ideas.
Sherlock Holmes barely believes in breakfast—he’ll take some toast if John is particularly insistent about shoving it near his mouth, but were it not for his flatmate, he’d skip the entire business. Food slows him down, clogs his brain.
So this business John has taken up of inventing entirely NEW meals was completely unacceptable.
I had brunch at her house and I never realized that pink silk looked so good on her. Am I to blame that I didn’t get a notice to bring pancakes? She insisted I leave at once. Fine, I’ll cook my own pancakes at home!
A fancy alternative to lunch? Bunched in breakfast. Rhymes with munch, and crunch. And reminds me of broom for some reason… Croissants and strawberries and wine, wouldn’t that be nice? Your smile, sunshine warm. And marmalade kisses every morning. Honeyed words. The rest of the day waiting like an adventure, a new book. Something to look forward to, over brunch.
she wanted you to get brunch with her
but you were too busy saving the world
at least, that’s what you told her
you were really saving yourself from her easy beauty
and you were really saving her
from nights spent worrying about you dying a martyr
and years spent wishing she’d never fallen in love
with someone who was paid to risk their life
with someone who never was that lucky and
you were too busy saving the world;
she was your world
It was amazing. The birds were screaming words no one could understand, and the fish were bubbling around the glowing ponds like lava lamps. We feasted upon our Thursday’s brunch and gazed at our surroundings; eyes glistening with reflected light.
food for rich people who think that they can eat in the middle of meals. if anyone else does it is called lunch or breakfast regardless of time. what do you even eat a brunch? eggs?
The bane of my existence, brunch is a reminder of my freshman year at Syracuse University. Upon entering the cafeteria on weekends, I smelled the godawful stench of bagels and pseudo-eggs until well after 1pm. For lack of a better word (as well as a surplus of impulse and anger), fuck brunch.
“Brunch” makes me think of old ladies. It reminds me of gossip, of stories that may or may not have any basis in truth. It brings to mind long, painful mornings of counting the cracks in the ceiling and wishing I could be anywhere but here.
Brunch is pretty cool. I love breakfast more though…I normally have a salad for lunch…so breakfast plus salad is kind of odd…so maybe brunch isn’t that cool…but it’s a cool word. Brunches are fun with a lot of people. Uhm…Sounds like crunch…
Brunch reminds me of food. Well, that is what it is. Eating brunch. Mmm, I wonder what they are going to serve at dining hall tonight. I hope it is good. Usually it isn’t. When I hear the word ‘brunch’, I think of good food. Really good food. Dining hall at University is shit. :( That makes me sad. Brunch reminds me of my Grandmother. We always used to eat Brunch. She would make tasty sandwiches. We had tea with them too. She lives by the beach too, so it was always really nice. Ahh…I miss my Grandma. I guess the word brunch bring me a lot of nostalgia.
funny word. Funny meal. mix between breakfast and lunch. What do you have in it? Sausage or fruit? WOuldn’t it be a snack. I think snacks are lovely. I like crisps and biscuits. I love lots of food. food is amazing. but it makes you fat.
I am currently having a brunch consisting of leafy greens and a vaporizer. Nothing better than to put it all together to make a pleasant afternoon. I would like for the flies to not exist here, however… they are very agitating. Fuck flies. Also, it would be much more of a pleasant day during this brunch if my “jack-off-russel-terrier” wasn’t outside going at himself. It almost makes me want to lose my brunch, but I still have it. Everything is okay.
Splendid baby birthed between breakfast in lunch, perfect for people with sour stomachs when the crows call but are usually rendered ravenous come eleven a.m. An acceptable explanation for paring steak and eggs.
It was far too casual to be considered “brunch,” at least as far as Meagan was concerned, Clara could tell. In her world, brunch was food with food with fancy foreign names, mimosas and tablecloths.
i love brunches because i love eating a lot and i love bacon to death! it is my favourite meal. and i think of dd when i hear the word. i like mimosas too. although they get me drunk really fast. but i love it!
this is not written in 60 seconds because it started again. anyway, i love brunch cause i love breakfast and lunch haha. that is all. bye.
i had brunch with my family a while ago. my grandma makes this sort of egg sauce that doesn’t really have an name other than egg sauce. I think there’s mustard in it. It’s definitely my favourite breakfast food aside from crepes. I also like Denny’s brunch, but it’s more like a shitty version of a real breakfast.
dont remember
something familiar about it
something familiar about it
should I feel hungry
or sad
With no formalitties or thought, the perfect combination
Breakfast?
Lunch?
Somwhere stranded on the desert of in between?
Like me?
My life is a brunch
The combination of two smushed into one.
Yum brunch
Yum brunch
The garden is full of all kind of food and people going around the tables picking up french toasts and eggs.
well i dont know what burnch is. no, i actually know about it. it’s a combination of lunch and breakfast and that is what I usually have everyday because I wake up in the afternoon. brunch is actually very healthy and you get to enjoy two different varieties at once. not bad at all.
I love to eat brunch with my friends, especially bagels or waffles. It’s such a wonderful time. It also reminds me of fancy Brits who have tea and crumpets but that may not be brunch. It reminds me of eating brunch after church when I was a kid, but I prefer to have Sunday hungover brunches with good friends after a crazy night out Saturday. Yay brunch
I love going out for brunch. That’s something my boyfriend and I do as often as we can. Last week we were at Marie Lavaeu, a place in Stockholm that has the best apple cinnamon milkshake ever. Next week we are going to Kvarnen, to use our voucher from Groupon.
What is it?
The gentle sticky syrup
gliding over the crisped edges.
The cold icy green
explosions of red.
Breakfast?
Lunch.
No.
Brunch.
something a bit girly, but not in the way that you’d expect, it’s a meeting of two moments not altogether pleasant, but perhaps made more accommodating by their being placed together – still, food should not be in halves.
It was a foggy Monday morn, when i saw her walk in. The cafe was quiet, more than usual. The sky was grey. She had black hair.
Brunch is a meal between breakfast and lunch. I feel like people usually go to brunch on Sundays. A typical dish served at brunch is french toast. Brunch would be eaten between 10 and 12 PM. Not many restaurants offer brunch.
i like brunch. i like eggs benedict with friends. and it’s sunny outside and the place is bustling. i like flowers with my breakfast but I’ve never been to a place that served it like that. i like to think i’m french when i eat brunch. with the silverware and the clean white plates.
My eyes slowly opened, but I closed them again after a few seconds. I didn’t want to get up anytime soon. I turned myself over towards my alarm clock and opened my eyes again. 12:00. I stared at the red numbers for a few moments then shut my eyes. I’ll get up in a little bit to have some brunch.
a meal with an identity crisis. to be breakfast or to be lunch? a confusing time with more confusing decisions to make. pancakes or a sanwhich? how about both! maybe some crepes and a big diet coke.
My eyes slowly opened after twelve or so minutes. I didn’t want to get up anytime soon. I turned my over to my alarm clock. 12:00. I stared at the red numbers for a few moments then closed my eyes again. I’ll get up in about 25 minutes to have some brunch.
Brunch is between breakfast and lunch. You can eat eggs, biscuits, pancakes, but also lunch things like sandwiches. A lot of times, tea is drunk, but not always. I have never been to a brunch.
Today I was supposed to meet my grandma for brunch. Instead I grabbed a starbuck’s breakfast wrap. I wish I met my grandma.
“What the hell is brunch,” Caius asked, frowning at the pancakes Delaney was scooping onto his plate.
“It’s between breakfast and lunch,” she explained. “When yer too lazy to eat two whole meals so you just scrunch them both up into one.
“There doesn’t seem to be a point.”
Delaney shrugged with a bright smile. “Not so sure there is one, but you won’t complain once you’ve had one o’ them pancakes! Eat up!”
Brunch, the meal that comes between breakfast and lunch. I first heard of brunch on the Simpsons, the episode where Marge is contemplating cheating on Homer with the bowler, Jacques. Did the Simpsons invent brunch? Or did it exist before that episode aired? And couldn’t it have been just as easily lunfast?
I like the easyness of brunch. You don’t have to wake up too early, and you don’t have to look fancy — though looking cute and put together is a nice thing. And the later time allows a little extra effort. Brunch is perfect for catching up over biscuits & gravy, or easy conversation with a lover after a night spent in one another’s arms. It’s a special meal without being special.
it is a consolidation. mathematication. felicitation. you can have crepes with butter, chicken with rice, and pancakes with ketchup. that’s what emile loved about it so much and that’s why he always showed up to see his grandmother every Sunday. She lived on the outskirts of the golf course of a country club that only old people went to, however, she was probably the youngest of them all. Felicity, her neighbor, was nearing 85 and had to switch apartments with her because she could no longer walk up the stairs.
Sherlock awoke to the sound of his phone, alerting him to a text with the sound of a gunshot. It startled him out of his shallow sleep, and he rolled over to inspect it suspiciously. John must have altered it in the same way that Irene had, only adding his own flair to make it more… alarming.
“Make yourself decent and come downstairs,” the text read.
The sliver of light forcing its way between the tightly-drawn blinds sought after Sherlock’s eyes, shining bright yellow into them with the light of a sun which had nearly reached its apex. Sherlock sighed and rolled his legs out of bed, reluctantly giving up the notion of gaining any more sleep for the next few days. With a quick fuss with his bedhead, a noncommittal brush of the teeth, a robe and slippers, the tired insomniac trudged his way down to 221A. He was greeted by the scents of freshly-baked scones and something to do with eggs.
“Ah, Sherlock,” Mrs. Hudson called happily as he poked his head in the door. She was just setting the small coffee table in front of her couch, placing a steaming quiche onto a hot-pad in the corner.
John came out to join them, laden down with juice and coffee. He motioned with his head for Sherlock to sit down. “Drink up,” he sang, handing Sherlock a mug to pour coffee into. The detective’s eyes looked positively droopy. Perhaps they’d woken him too soon? “You’ll need to be awake, we’ve got a lot to do after brunch.”
Sherlock did a quick read of John’s attire and rolled his eyes. Hiking boots. How exciting.
Mimossas vodka and bloddy colourd juice. mexicans flipping omletes chopping up onions with out wearing gloves. old white men walking around smiling umcomfortable. old white woman wearing flower print coats and white dresses underneath showing off they’re oversized dentures bellowing ” well isnt this just wonderfullll!!”
Lunch and breakfast for the late riser, or perhaps only that one person who was too lazy to fix something else for lunch. Or they just really like breakfast foods. I don’t know. Don’t really care either, I’m not one to judge, though I detest most breakfast items. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I simply don’t care enough about this prompt to write something fluffy or fictional… and I just received inspiration for this prompt. Thank you, muse of my perpetually late ideas.
Sherlock Holmes barely believes in breakfast—he’ll take some toast if John is particularly insistent about shoving it near his mouth, but were it not for his flatmate, he’d skip the entire business. Food slows him down, clogs his brain.
So this business John has taken up of inventing entirely NEW meals was completely unacceptable.
I had brunch at her house and I never realized that pink silk looked so good on her. Am I to blame that I didn’t get a notice to bring pancakes? She insisted I leave at once. Fine, I’ll cook my own pancakes at home!
A fancy alternative to lunch? Bunched in breakfast. Rhymes with munch, and crunch. And reminds me of broom for some reason… Croissants and strawberries and wine, wouldn’t that be nice? Your smile, sunshine warm. And marmalade kisses every morning. Honeyed words. The rest of the day waiting like an adventure, a new book. Something to look forward to, over brunch.
she wanted you to get brunch with her
but you were too busy saving the world
at least, that’s what you told her
you were really saving yourself from her easy beauty
and you were really saving her
from nights spent worrying about you dying a martyr
and years spent wishing she’d never fallen in love
with someone who was paid to risk their life
with someone who never was that lucky and
you were too busy saving the world;
she was your world
The meal in the middle when you cant make up your mind, but that is okay life is full of ‘in the middles’. So mix it up an enjoy!
It was amazing. The birds were screaming words no one could understand, and the fish were bubbling around the glowing ponds like lava lamps. We feasted upon our Thursday’s brunch and gazed at our surroundings; eyes glistening with reflected light.
food for rich people who think that they can eat in the middle of meals. if anyone else does it is called lunch or breakfast regardless of time. what do you even eat a brunch? eggs?
The bane of my existence, brunch is a reminder of my freshman year at Syracuse University. Upon entering the cafeteria on weekends, I smelled the godawful stench of bagels and pseudo-eggs until well after 1pm. For lack of a better word (as well as a surplus of impulse and anger), fuck brunch.
“Brunch” makes me think of old ladies. It reminds me of gossip, of stories that may or may not have any basis in truth. It brings to mind long, painful mornings of counting the cracks in the ceiling and wishing I could be anywhere but here.
Brunch is pretty cool. I love breakfast more though…I normally have a salad for lunch…so breakfast plus salad is kind of odd…so maybe brunch isn’t that cool…but it’s a cool word. Brunches are fun with a lot of people. Uhm…Sounds like crunch…
Brunch reminds me of food. Well, that is what it is. Eating brunch. Mmm, I wonder what they are going to serve at dining hall tonight. I hope it is good. Usually it isn’t. When I hear the word ‘brunch’, I think of good food. Really good food. Dining hall at University is shit. :( That makes me sad. Brunch reminds me of my Grandmother. We always used to eat Brunch. She would make tasty sandwiches. We had tea with them too. She lives by the beach too, so it was always really nice. Ahh…I miss my Grandma. I guess the word brunch bring me a lot of nostalgia.
funny word. Funny meal. mix between breakfast and lunch. What do you have in it? Sausage or fruit? WOuldn’t it be a snack. I think snacks are lovely. I like crisps and biscuits. I love lots of food. food is amazing. but it makes you fat.
I am currently having a brunch consisting of leafy greens and a vaporizer. Nothing better than to put it all together to make a pleasant afternoon. I would like for the flies to not exist here, however… they are very agitating. Fuck flies. Also, it would be much more of a pleasant day during this brunch if my “jack-off-russel-terrier” wasn’t outside going at himself. It almost makes me want to lose my brunch, but I still have it. Everything is okay.
Splendid baby birthed between breakfast in lunch, perfect for people with sour stomachs when the crows call but are usually rendered ravenous come eleven a.m. An acceptable explanation for paring steak and eggs.