the wonderful little time set for the closest of friends to meet in a sun-filled café to discuss their life. pur joy. in food, friendship, and loyalty. bask in the glow of your quiche and coffee and take in the glow of the day
I set myself on a rock and quietly ate my simple and small brunch: two oranges. I peeled the first, and pulled each sliver apart. Succulent and delicious, I ate the orange. I took the second and enjoyed it just the same. While basking in the sun, I drank my water and hummed a song. What a nice brunch.
I don’t even know what brunch means… but here it goes. I think it is breakfast and lunch combined, is it? If it is, then I have those on the weekends because i eat food at like 12 pm
The End.
a time when you converse with family, eat with your grandparents. Catch up with your old friends or new friends. Relax, taste, eat. its stressfree and mind opening. Never does it go with out an entertaining time.
My friend has a bad track record of closing restaurants. It seems whenever we discover a wonderful place for brunch, share our find and enjoy a meal there with her, the restaurant closes, burns, or goes belly up. It’s a good thing she only has one birthday a year.
The rocking road and the G-turns that hit them as they sped through the suburbs seemed like brunch to Jensen after all that he’d been through. He put his hand up to his neck and felt the scabs forming and as he looked up he caught the Ninja babe’s sorrowful eyes home in on his.
I heard you ask me to brunch and I didn’t know if you were serious. “Let’s do brunch sometime!” Who says that? Who even thinks about that. You said it so off-handedly. Kid, I don’t even wake up until well after noon.
All week long I dream of brunch. I want to sit for hours with coffee and breakfast food with my husband. We do crosswords and trade news stories, quietly reading and absorbing our week.
hoity toity conglomeration of false relationships bickering on about unimportant things that seem to be the most important things in the world to them. chapaigne and crescents. I
Brunch is yummy! It is the meal between breakfast and lunch. Around my house we serve breakfast style foods but closer to lunch time. It tends to happen more on the weekends when we’re not really up early enough for breakfast. My favorite brunch meal to make is frittata and fresh fruit. I can’t really spell frittata, but it’s really yummy! Nice airy eggs with vegetables and meat all cooked up together.
My favorite thing a brunch on a saturday or sunday morning would be a nice glass of cold beer. Not a light beer either something good with some flavor.
I was invited for brunch, but I wasn’t the brunch type. That was for old people. Those who had nothing to do during the day. Those who didn’t have a life really.
But I went, and I found one of my best friends there.
to wake up late and skip breakfast and eat around 12. to have it with your friends, because its a weekend and everyones wants to sleep in. to mix breakfast with lunch. you can have anything from cereal to a hamburger.
She didn’t touch the freshly squeezed orange juice or the panini. She merely gazed emptily through the rain-stained window glass. She guessed he wasn’t coming back after all.
“You don’t scare me.” He said it quietly, confidently. His teeth were lightly clenched and his hands were fists at his side. “You don’t scare me at all.”
She looked at him, her eyes shining black in the torchlight. “I’ll eat you for breakfast.” She snarled, saliva dripping from her pointy teeth.
what is brunch. i know. its totally the best meal of the day. not exactly breakfats but not exactly lunch, therefore anything is acceptable and much much more delish when it can be eaten at brunch.
this is the meal that you have before lunch and after breakfast time. it is usually like breakfast, just late. it’s like an excuse to eat breakfast at noon when you just didn’t want to get out of bed… it’s breakfast for lazy people. they are probably overweight too because breakfast is like the most un-healthy meal of the day. so eating breakfast for lunch is like a dream come true if you love to eat extremely yummy yet unhealthy foods.
brunch is at lunch time when everyone wants lunch but some old person is like , ” i still want breakfast” well grandma now their’s brunch you geriatric fuck. get all the breakfast you want. seriously, rep the step, aint nothing but a G thang. bitch.
brunch is so awesome. it reminds me of going out to a late breakfast with all the friends and lovers i partied with the night before. luscious, debaucherous, abundant, california living. with scrambled eggs and mimosas.
is nice when you had breakfast, but it was a piddly little affair of one buttered crumpet, so an hour later you’re like “hey! i want some fucking *sausage*!” so you have brunch. sausage and eggs and champagne, for the win.
The meal that dreams are made of. After a long night of drinking ,I love to wake up to the smell of brunch. The only problem is that the girl cooking it is not someone I wanted to see in the morning.
Brunch is my least favorite meal of the day. I don’t like breakfast food, and I always feel like people mostly serve breakfast foods for brunch. However, as a party, brunch is really fun. People are happier at the beginning of the day, I think. Anyway, lunch is better
Brunch is a family time where people in the community come together and share a meal. I generally think of sunday brunch with my grandmother where I have to keep my elbows off the table and use the fancy silver napkin rings
Something people who wake up late eat, in order to cover up the fact that they don’t want to make up two seperate meals. Mostly on Sundays, breakfast and lunch, here ya go.
Such a lovely meal. Makes me think of tea and cucumber sandwiches. But then, all my brunches have been face stuffing buffets of eggs and sugar and all sorts of unhealthy, filling things, so I’m not sure where that picture came from. I miss brunch. We should have more meals in a day, not just 3 big ones in which we fill ourselves to burst
i like to spend time with family. when nothing else matter. Just us five around the table talking about our dreams. Sometime is feel like this time is the one you ahve to take and remember it forever. See their faces in the mornig is priceless
The first time I ever had brunch was at a Sunday luncheon. I was not one bit religious, but my parents were devout believers, so we attended church every Sunday without a break. The brunch was, to say the least, eye-opening for me.
Ha, the other day i hate brunch with my mom and step mommy. It was nice but now my mom is mad at me and i really dont know why. I mean i havnt done anything wrong to her, and now she is just accusing me of all th stuff that i have not done. I wonder sometimes if this divorce was a good thing or not. It changed my mom… for good or bad. idk. oh well.
i used to go to brunch, actually, nevermind. i lied. i’ve never had brunch in my life. this is what it means to be a simple american girl trying to survive in a world that’s constantly telling me i can’t eat too often.
i don’t know what to write for this word. only sadness and happiness, the conflicting feelings, can i think of today. i don’t know why such a mix of emotions-i don’t know HOW such a mix of emotions-exist together. yet they do. it is breakfast and lunch existing together somehow. sappy (sad-happy)
Eating brunch at the cafe by your house.
Saying goodbye over biscuits and hash browns.
I love you more than I can say.
Eating brunch yet trying to leave you.
She sat down and took off her coat. I saw her hard breasts poking through her pink blouse. The wind was blowing directly in her face with a chill. The sun was clouded in mist but she was still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
The pancakes. The sausage. The bacon. Oh, God, the BACON. There was enough here to feed a freaking ARMY. I blinked at the tray of food on my lap, the heat of it all seeping through the thick silk comforter, wondering who in the world would buy me room service in a hotel I’ve only been in for 7 hours.
holy shit i love brunch. but i dont like breakfast as much as i like lunch. I think i just like the idea of the word brunch more than anything. it makes me think of families coming together. laughs. love. great food. and its the break in the day (or start of it for some people) where you can relax.
we were having brunch outside Danny’s Diner in Brooklyn, when I noticed the absence of my credit card. I couldn’t remember if I had left it on the train, or in the backseat of Brianna’s car.
the wonderful little time set for the closest of friends to meet in a sun-filled café to discuss their life. pur joy. in food, friendship, and loyalty. bask in the glow of your quiche and coffee and take in the glow of the day
I set myself on a rock and quietly ate my simple and small brunch: two oranges. I peeled the first, and pulled each sliver apart. Succulent and delicious, I ate the orange. I took the second and enjoyed it just the same. While basking in the sun, I drank my water and hummed a song. What a nice brunch.
I don’t even know what brunch means… but here it goes. I think it is breakfast and lunch combined, is it? If it is, then I have those on the weekends because i eat food at like 12 pm
The End.
a time when you converse with family, eat with your grandparents. Catch up with your old friends or new friends. Relax, taste, eat. its stressfree and mind opening. Never does it go with out an entertaining time.
My friend has a bad track record of closing restaurants. It seems whenever we discover a wonderful place for brunch, share our find and enjoy a meal there with her, the restaurant closes, burns, or goes belly up. It’s a good thing she only has one birthday a year.
The rocking road and the G-turns that hit them as they sped through the suburbs seemed like brunch to Jensen after all that he’d been through. He put his hand up to his neck and felt the scabs forming and as he looked up he caught the Ninja babe’s sorrowful eyes home in on his.
We met for brunch. Her eyes avoid mine, reaching for crystal glasses. I rub my temple. Crystal…we threw the crystal. At each other.
The lawyer pushes the forms towards us, making my Eggs Benedict want to make a reappearance. “Please sign here…and here.”
I grimly reach for the pen. Meeting her eyes, I sigh and determinedly sign away my marriage.
I heard you ask me to brunch and I didn’t know if you were serious. “Let’s do brunch sometime!” Who says that? Who even thinks about that. You said it so off-handedly. Kid, I don’t even wake up until well after noon.
All week long I dream of brunch. I want to sit for hours with coffee and breakfast food with my husband. We do crosswords and trade news stories, quietly reading and absorbing our week.
hoity toity conglomeration of false relationships bickering on about unimportant things that seem to be the most important things in the world to them. chapaigne and crescents. I
Brunch is yummy! It is the meal between breakfast and lunch. Around my house we serve breakfast style foods but closer to lunch time. It tends to happen more on the weekends when we’re not really up early enough for breakfast. My favorite brunch meal to make is frittata and fresh fruit. I can’t really spell frittata, but it’s really yummy! Nice airy eggs with vegetables and meat all cooked up together.
My favorite thing a brunch on a saturday or sunday morning would be a nice glass of cold beer. Not a light beer either something good with some flavor.
I was invited for brunch, but I wasn’t the brunch type. That was for old people. Those who had nothing to do during the day. Those who didn’t have a life really.
But I went, and I found one of my best friends there.
to wake up late and skip breakfast and eat around 12. to have it with your friends, because its a weekend and everyones wants to sleep in. to mix breakfast with lunch. you can have anything from cereal to a hamburger.
She didn’t touch the freshly squeezed orange juice or the panini. She merely gazed emptily through the rain-stained window glass. She guessed he wasn’t coming back after all.
“You don’t scare me.” He said it quietly, confidently. His teeth were lightly clenched and his hands were fists at his side. “You don’t scare me at all.”
She looked at him, her eyes shining black in the torchlight. “I’ll eat you for breakfast.” She snarled, saliva dripping from her pointy teeth.
“It’s eleven.” He said.
“Brunch then.”
Its just an old lady thing. The french toast dribbling with blueberry sauce and syrup, orange juice and thick cut sausages. Slow death in a booth.
what is brunch. i know. its totally the best meal of the day. not exactly breakfats but not exactly lunch, therefore anything is acceptable and much much more delish when it can be eaten at brunch.
tasty,after breaky, before lunch, never had it, want to have it,sounds appetising enough,pancakes.
this is the meal that you have before lunch and after breakfast time. it is usually like breakfast, just late. it’s like an excuse to eat breakfast at noon when you just didn’t want to get out of bed… it’s breakfast for lazy people. they are probably overweight too because breakfast is like the most un-healthy meal of the day. so eating breakfast for lunch is like a dream come true if you love to eat extremely yummy yet unhealthy foods.
brunch is at lunch time when everyone wants lunch but some old person is like , ” i still want breakfast” well grandma now their’s brunch you geriatric fuck. get all the breakfast you want. seriously, rep the step, aint nothing but a G thang. bitch.
it isnt breakfast. it isnt lunch. its just brunch…the lazy mans meal. I think there should be a Lupper….not lunch but not quite supper, lupper.
brunch is so awesome. it reminds me of going out to a late breakfast with all the friends and lovers i partied with the night before. luscious, debaucherous, abundant, california living. with scrambled eggs and mimosas.
is nice when you had breakfast, but it was a piddly little affair of one buttered crumpet, so an hour later you’re like “hey! i want some fucking *sausage*!” so you have brunch. sausage and eggs and champagne, for the win.
The meal that dreams are made of. After a long night of drinking ,I love to wake up to the smell of brunch. The only problem is that the girl cooking it is not someone I wanted to see in the morning.
Brunch is my least favorite meal of the day. I don’t like breakfast food, and I always feel like people mostly serve breakfast foods for brunch. However, as a party, brunch is really fun. People are happier at the beginning of the day, I think. Anyway, lunch is better
Brunch is a family time where people in the community come together and share a meal. I generally think of sunday brunch with my grandmother where I have to keep my elbows off the table and use the fancy silver napkin rings
Something people who wake up late eat, in order to cover up the fact that they don’t want to make up two seperate meals. Mostly on Sundays, breakfast and lunch, here ya go.
Such a lovely meal. Makes me think of tea and cucumber sandwiches. But then, all my brunches have been face stuffing buffets of eggs and sugar and all sorts of unhealthy, filling things, so I’m not sure where that picture came from. I miss brunch. We should have more meals in a day, not just 3 big ones in which we fill ourselves to burst
i like to spend time with family. when nothing else matter. Just us five around the table talking about our dreams. Sometime is feel like this time is the one you ahve to take and remember it forever. See their faces in the mornig is priceless
The first time I ever had brunch was at a Sunday luncheon. I was not one bit religious, but my parents were devout believers, so we attended church every Sunday without a break. The brunch was, to say the least, eye-opening for me.
Ha, the other day i hate brunch with my mom and step mommy. It was nice but now my mom is mad at me and i really dont know why. I mean i havnt done anything wrong to her, and now she is just accusing me of all th stuff that i have not done. I wonder sometimes if this divorce was a good thing or not. It changed my mom… for good or bad. idk. oh well.
i used to go to brunch, actually, nevermind. i lied. i’ve never had brunch in my life. this is what it means to be a simple american girl trying to survive in a world that’s constantly telling me i can’t eat too often.
i don’t know what to write for this word. only sadness and happiness, the conflicting feelings, can i think of today. i don’t know why such a mix of emotions-i don’t know HOW such a mix of emotions-exist together. yet they do. it is breakfast and lunch existing together somehow. sappy (sad-happy)
Eating brunch at the cafe by your house.
Saying goodbye over biscuits and hash browns.
I love you more than I can say.
Eating brunch yet trying to leave you.
She sat down and took off her coat. I saw her hard breasts poking through her pink blouse. The wind was blowing directly in her face with a chill. The sun was clouded in mist but she was still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
When i think of this i think breakfast at noon. I think bacon and french toast sticks.((: and sweet tea.(: yumm.! hahah
The pancakes. The sausage. The bacon. Oh, God, the BACON. There was enough here to feed a freaking ARMY. I blinked at the tray of food on my lap, the heat of it all seeping through the thick silk comforter, wondering who in the world would buy me room service in a hotel I’ve only been in for 7 hours.
holy shit i love brunch. but i dont like breakfast as much as i like lunch. I think i just like the idea of the word brunch more than anything. it makes me think of families coming together. laughs. love. great food. and its the break in the day (or start of it for some people) where you can relax.
we were having brunch outside Danny’s Diner in Brooklyn, when I noticed the absence of my credit card. I couldn’t remember if I had left it on the train, or in the backseat of Brianna’s car.