A hot dog. it is not the best thing to eat, but it’s enough to satisfy that hunger. plus it reminds me of home. those days just eating with my brother and sister and macaroni and cheese. everyone smiling. i don’t smile much anymore.
may
The day we had brunch I simply wasnt ready for it. i mean, i had a hangover, and she looked like she looked and I dont know how i even manage to say hello without dying of love and embarrassment. she always had that effect on me.
Maria Cano
Lunch but with breakfast pretty much the best meal ever its a bigger more yummy lunch with all the best foos from breakfast :)
Elisabeth
hoity-toity legal sea foods champagne brunch. grandma and grandpa eating slowly. listen to them chew. nothing tastes good. everything tastes fatty. you want another bloody mary but you’re embarrassed to order it in front of the people you’re with.
eggs and toast and bacon. don’t fry bacon in butter, it just ends up drowning and you have to pour the grease off somewhere. no one wants all that grease. it just makes dark streaks down the snow, pouring down somewhere unseen, probably to come out once again tainting a meltwater stream. such a price to pay for perogies.
I eat. Then I don’t. Starvation draws near. What am I to do? It hurts. But it actually doesn’t. Who cares?
Chase
Breakfast at tiffanys. Grandmas. Eating a fancy, much too expensive easter dinner. My e key isn’t working too well. if this were a game I am losing.
Brunch. Why not leakfast?
Oh, ewh.
Kelsie Riane Anger
Dignified and calm, the fat egglike gentlemen and his friends knew that although lunch and breakfast were repulsive, “brunch” was the height of fashionable dining and society combined.
Rose Clark
Brunch rhymes with lunch. More than that it is a synomyn for buffet. I love Sunday Brunch somewhere besides at home. But I can’t say that I have been to a brunch in many years.
Brenda Evers
you eat brunch with a friend or family member you eat brunch right after breakfest but before lunch brunch is a funny word i like brunch ive said brunch alot BRUNCH :D :3 :D :3
moe
I love to eat brunch, two meals in one. I think of commu ity when I think of brunch, friends and family sitting around the table in the middle of the day to share a common meal, stories and eachother. I use to think brunch was just a fancy word for the rich tonuse for their lunch time. We neve used the term growing up. It wasn’t until I actually worked in the Resteraunt business that I realized brunch meant something different then I thought. I embraced the word as well as the tradition and make a decision in my twenties that when I was married with children I would practice this thing called brunch, two meals in one with family and friends, community at its best around a table enjoying food and fellowship thatbis brunch.
definitely something that most people look forward to. Even though it’s brunch, breakfast is what usually happens. Eggs, pancakes, fresh fruit.. sitting at the hotel lobby, or in my job, setting up a break for brunch. I love the food haha
pamela
brunches are magical. they are a mix of two meals, what can one say? EXCEPT. I hate them. Its me missing out on two meals, and just eating a snack>? What the heck? I feel cheated. I would enjoy eating four or five meals a day, yet some feel the need to take away two?? Brunches equal a bad day. They can be cute and enchanting, but really. Let me eat.
Lydia
i want to eat brunch with him. that would make my life. and have it be a brunch like they have it in gossip girl. oh my gosh i would die of happiness. amazing food, great orange juice ah pleassee one day.
Brunch. What an antiquated idea. Something of the long-forgotten past that I can only see old ladies with large hats attending. But that’s where I was on that particular fateful day in London. Eating a proper British brunch in a teddy bear themed teahouse with my aged grandmother. How was I to know when I picked the revoltingly-decorated venue that a kitchen fire would turn the place into a blazing inferno of old hats, wallpaper, and mangled teddy bear parts?
Each Sunday planned to meet the family is always for brunch. Such a stupid word I find. I don’t even like those weekend mornings. We always get up so early and I end up at a table alone anyways. What fun is that.
munch a bunch a munch a buncha frittos go with Lunch!
the best meal of the day
we celly that shit first weekend of every month by going to our universities caf for brunch
at 1 in the afternoon
burgers and eggs
tacos and pancakes
damn damn damn right
Nick
We sat at the table, holding the warm coffee cup in our hands. The look in his eyes was soft and gentle, making my lips tug happily. It was our one year anniversary and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend it, than with him, here in this diner.
Chelsey Tennis
the ladies who brunch. yes, we brunch. it’s not breakfast/. it’s not lunch. those are for the others. we brunch. we sit, we sip mimosas, we eat eggs benedict and guzzle bloody marys and we talk about how our third husbands are about to become our third exes.
kate
He woke up. They went to breakfast. She was there. They later went to have brunch. It was the most delicious brunch. They had oatmeal with raspberrries. Raspberries were here favorite berries. She was the love of his life. Their story ends. The rasperries live on.
neeloswanna
Brunch is that weird time in the day where it’s too late for just breakfast but too early to fully commit to lunch. It’s the only time where ordering eggs and nachos won’t get you castigated by friends and family members. Which, really, is something of a shame. Because that is one damn tasty combination of things.
Russell Pekelnicky
Is this the only word they have for the day? My daughter told me about this, and her word was brunch, and then she was going to do it again, and the word was STILL brunch. Now I have logged on, and lo and behold the word is STILL brunch. What can a person say about brunch?
Daphne
Brunch is like lunch and breakfast. For those sleepy Sundays when you have nothing to do, but lay in your bed and take your time getting ready for the day. Wake up when you want, lounge around for awhile and then decide to eat. Eat, but eat what? Lunch? Breakfast? It is not time for either, so you decide on brunch.
KR
Some punch at brunch gives us a hunch that it’ll soon be lunch.
It became a routine, every Saturday at one
We’d walk to the diner and enjoy brunch in the sun.
I smiled and laughed, held your hand in the street
and stole kisses from those lips that tasted so sweet.
You moved on, but the habit still stays
Now I sit alone at brunch on Saturdays.
So here I am, but today, without you
A party of one at a table for two.
I walked in and wasn’t sure what to expect. Brunches aren’t usually my thing, but I make exceptions every now and then. And besides this girl is worth it.
Joe
i had brunch once with my grandma and she once had made me this tomato soup for brunch and its breakfast and lunch combined and this hot kid and i were talking about it hes so cute his name is jon and he thinks its dumb and now so do i because
kaley
YUMMY GOODNESS. I like buttered toast with my brunch, and altogether too many cups of tea. Brunch isn’t brunch without tea, just like it isn’t brunch without you. Wow, you’ve been on my mind a lot lately. I’m sorry, but life just isn’t fun without you in it.
Brittney
It became a routine, every Saturday at one
We’d walk to the diner and enjoy brunch in the sun.
I smiled and laughed, held your hand in the street
and stole kisses from those lips that tasted so sweet.
You moved on, but the habit still stays
Now I sit alone at brunch on Saturdays.
So here I am, but today, without you
A party of one at a table for two.
I never have time for breakfast let alone brunch because i work every damn day. I like to eat breakfast in the morning because its said to help your metabolism but i dont see any difference. I pig out at lunch though. Maybe thats why. I dont understand this website. It says times up but it lets me keep writing. And i keep getting the same word.
Deanna
“Might i have the pleasure of your company for brunch?” The tall gentleman smiled down at the girl in the white wicker chair.
Her large green eyes grew impossibly round and they flickered to her pristine white dress shoes and then to her matching purse. She nibbled on her lower lip and then made a motion with her spotless gloved hands.
He leaned downwards, so his ear was closer to her trembling lips. “Yes, my dear?”
“I’m not supposed to walk.”
He winked. “Then I suppose you won’t object if I remedy that?”
A soft gasp escaped as she was swooped up into strong, capable hands. “N-not at all.”
“Good girl.” He whispered. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Laurela, love, just because you can’t walk like the others, doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve to have a good time.”
when i was little my parents and i would go to sunday brunch every week at this hotel on blackstone. i was alway really jealous that they got to drink mimosas and i just had stupid pulpy orange juice. i hate pulp, always have, probably always will. i just like the concept of brunch, it makes me feel very sophisticated and upper east side.
Koryn
I walked to the corner of the street and looked around. I saw my father waiting at the table where we normally go to eat brunch on Sunday’s. Today was just like any other day, except it wasn’t. Today was the first day of the rest of my life. today was it.
Chelsea Jorgenson
the most awkward time. the time in between two meals. the time that isn’t very early but is also not too late.
But also the time that is most beautiful, and the time that creates the most variety and excitement and deliciousness, both sweet and savory.
I went out for brunch with my sweetheart, I ordered eggs and bacon, but he stole most of it. After we past a flower shop, he ran inside and bought me a single rose. I laughed. We kissed.
Willow
BRUNCH BRUNCH!!! IT IS SO CREATIVE I CANT BELIEVE THEY MIXED BREAKFAST AND LUNCH OMG!OMG OMG OMG! Laugh if you yelled in your head when you read this!
Brunch is perfect. There’s no need to wake up early and you can still eat breakfast food. So when I wanted to talk to him again I suggested brunch. It had been so long since we talked that I had forgotten most everything about him. I missed him so much it hurt. So I just about started bawling after that first half hour he was late. An hour late was when I realized he wasn’t comming.
A hot dog. it is not the best thing to eat, but it’s enough to satisfy that hunger. plus it reminds me of home. those days just eating with my brother and sister and macaroni and cheese. everyone smiling. i don’t smile much anymore.
The day we had brunch I simply wasnt ready for it. i mean, i had a hangover, and she looked like she looked and I dont know how i even manage to say hello without dying of love and embarrassment. she always had that effect on me.
Lunch but with breakfast pretty much the best meal ever its a bigger more yummy lunch with all the best foos from breakfast :)
hoity-toity legal sea foods champagne brunch. grandma and grandpa eating slowly. listen to them chew. nothing tastes good. everything tastes fatty. you want another bloody mary but you’re embarrassed to order it in front of the people you’re with.
eggs and toast and bacon. don’t fry bacon in butter, it just ends up drowning and you have to pour the grease off somewhere. no one wants all that grease. it just makes dark streaks down the snow, pouring down somewhere unseen, probably to come out once again tainting a meltwater stream. such a price to pay for perogies.
I eat. Then I don’t. Starvation draws near. What am I to do? It hurts. But it actually doesn’t. Who cares?
Breakfast at tiffanys. Grandmas. Eating a fancy, much too expensive easter dinner. My e key isn’t working too well. if this were a game I am losing.
Brunch. Why not leakfast?
Oh, ewh.
Dignified and calm, the fat egglike gentlemen and his friends knew that although lunch and breakfast were repulsive, “brunch” was the height of fashionable dining and society combined.
Brunch rhymes with lunch. More than that it is a synomyn for buffet. I love Sunday Brunch somewhere besides at home. But I can’t say that I have been to a brunch in many years.
you eat brunch with a friend or family member you eat brunch right after breakfest but before lunch brunch is a funny word i like brunch ive said brunch alot BRUNCH :D :3 :D :3
I love to eat brunch, two meals in one. I think of commu ity when I think of brunch, friends and family sitting around the table in the middle of the day to share a common meal, stories and eachother. I use to think brunch was just a fancy word for the rich tonuse for their lunch time. We neve used the term growing up. It wasn’t until I actually worked in the Resteraunt business that I realized brunch meant something different then I thought. I embraced the word as well as the tradition and make a decision in my twenties that when I was married with children I would practice this thing called brunch, two meals in one with family and friends, community at its best around a table enjoying food and fellowship thatbis brunch.
Breakfast and lunch put together as one meal for people like me who like to sleep in until it’s nearly lunchtime :)
definitely something that most people look forward to. Even though it’s brunch, breakfast is what usually happens. Eggs, pancakes, fresh fruit.. sitting at the hotel lobby, or in my job, setting up a break for brunch. I love the food haha
brunches are magical. they are a mix of two meals, what can one say? EXCEPT. I hate them. Its me missing out on two meals, and just eating a snack>? What the heck? I feel cheated. I would enjoy eating four or five meals a day, yet some feel the need to take away two?? Brunches equal a bad day. They can be cute and enchanting, but really. Let me eat.
i want to eat brunch with him. that would make my life. and have it be a brunch like they have it in gossip girl. oh my gosh i would die of happiness. amazing food, great orange juice ah pleassee one day.
Brunch. What an antiquated idea. Something of the long-forgotten past that I can only see old ladies with large hats attending. But that’s where I was on that particular fateful day in London. Eating a proper British brunch in a teddy bear themed teahouse with my aged grandmother. How was I to know when I picked the revoltingly-decorated venue that a kitchen fire would turn the place into a blazing inferno of old hats, wallpaper, and mangled teddy bear parts?
She still blames it on me.
Each Sunday planned to meet the family is always for brunch. Such a stupid word I find. I don’t even like those weekend mornings. We always get up so early and I end up at a table alone anyways. What fun is that.
Gotta work late
therefore I wake up late
but breakfast is so good
so I make some cinnamon rolls anyway.
Story of my life.
munch a bunch a munch a buncha frittos go with Lunch!
the best meal of the day
we celly that shit first weekend of every month by going to our universities caf for brunch
at 1 in the afternoon
burgers and eggs
tacos and pancakes
damn damn damn right
We sat at the table, holding the warm coffee cup in our hands. The look in his eyes was soft and gentle, making my lips tug happily. It was our one year anniversary and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend it, than with him, here in this diner.
the ladies who brunch. yes, we brunch. it’s not breakfast/. it’s not lunch. those are for the others. we brunch. we sit, we sip mimosas, we eat eggs benedict and guzzle bloody marys and we talk about how our third husbands are about to become our third exes.
He woke up. They went to breakfast. She was there. They later went to have brunch. It was the most delicious brunch. They had oatmeal with raspberrries. Raspberries were here favorite berries. She was the love of his life. Their story ends. The rasperries live on.
Brunch is that weird time in the day where it’s too late for just breakfast but too early to fully commit to lunch. It’s the only time where ordering eggs and nachos won’t get you castigated by friends and family members. Which, really, is something of a shame. Because that is one damn tasty combination of things.
Is this the only word they have for the day? My daughter told me about this, and her word was brunch, and then she was going to do it again, and the word was STILL brunch. Now I have logged on, and lo and behold the word is STILL brunch. What can a person say about brunch?
Brunch is like lunch and breakfast. For those sleepy Sundays when you have nothing to do, but lay in your bed and take your time getting ready for the day. Wake up when you want, lounge around for awhile and then decide to eat. Eat, but eat what? Lunch? Breakfast? It is not time for either, so you decide on brunch.
Some punch at brunch gives us a hunch that it’ll soon be lunch.
I reached over the table to grab the marmalade, and she swatted at my arm. “Manners,” she murmured.
“I’m not some sort of fly,” I grumbled back.
Her eyes seemed to disagree with me. So I decided to stop pretending.
“What? You’re pregnant with *whose* child?” I said, loudly, clearly.
She swatted at my head this time.
It became a routine, every Saturday at one
We’d walk to the diner and enjoy brunch in the sun.
I smiled and laughed, held your hand in the street
and stole kisses from those lips that tasted so sweet.
You moved on, but the habit still stays
Now I sit alone at brunch on Saturdays.
So here I am, but today, without you
A party of one at a table for two.
I walked in and wasn’t sure what to expect. Brunches aren’t usually my thing, but I make exceptions every now and then. And besides this girl is worth it.
i had brunch once with my grandma and she once had made me this tomato soup for brunch and its breakfast and lunch combined and this hot kid and i were talking about it hes so cute his name is jon and he thinks its dumb and now so do i because
YUMMY GOODNESS. I like buttered toast with my brunch, and altogether too many cups of tea. Brunch isn’t brunch without tea, just like it isn’t brunch without you. Wow, you’ve been on my mind a lot lately. I’m sorry, but life just isn’t fun without you in it.
It became a routine, every Saturday at one
We’d walk to the diner and enjoy brunch in the sun.
I smiled and laughed, held your hand in the street
and stole kisses from those lips that tasted so sweet.
You moved on, but the habit still stays
Now I sit alone at brunch on Saturdays.
So here I am, but today, without you
A party of one at a table for two.
breakfast and lunch= brunch.
I never have time for breakfast let alone brunch because i work every damn day. I like to eat breakfast in the morning because its said to help your metabolism but i dont see any difference. I pig out at lunch though. Maybe thats why. I dont understand this website. It says times up but it lets me keep writing. And i keep getting the same word.
“Might i have the pleasure of your company for brunch?” The tall gentleman smiled down at the girl in the white wicker chair.
Her large green eyes grew impossibly round and they flickered to her pristine white dress shoes and then to her matching purse. She nibbled on her lower lip and then made a motion with her spotless gloved hands.
He leaned downwards, so his ear was closer to her trembling lips. “Yes, my dear?”
“I’m not supposed to walk.”
He winked. “Then I suppose you won’t object if I remedy that?”
A soft gasp escaped as she was swooped up into strong, capable hands. “N-not at all.”
“Good girl.” He whispered. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Laurela, love, just because you can’t walk like the others, doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve to have a good time.”
when i was little my parents and i would go to sunday brunch every week at this hotel on blackstone. i was alway really jealous that they got to drink mimosas and i just had stupid pulpy orange juice. i hate pulp, always have, probably always will. i just like the concept of brunch, it makes me feel very sophisticated and upper east side.
I walked to the corner of the street and looked around. I saw my father waiting at the table where we normally go to eat brunch on Sunday’s. Today was just like any other day, except it wasn’t. Today was the first day of the rest of my life. today was it.
the most awkward time. the time in between two meals. the time that isn’t very early but is also not too late.
But also the time that is most beautiful, and the time that creates the most variety and excitement and deliciousness, both sweet and savory.
i am 20. this is my life’s brunch time.
I went out for brunch with my sweetheart, I ordered eggs and bacon, but he stole most of it. After we past a flower shop, he ran inside and bought me a single rose. I laughed. We kissed.
BRUNCH BRUNCH!!! IT IS SO CREATIVE I CANT BELIEVE THEY MIXED BREAKFAST AND LUNCH OMG!OMG OMG OMG! Laugh if you yelled in your head when you read this!
Brunch is perfect. There’s no need to wake up early and you can still eat breakfast food. So when I wanted to talk to him again I suggested brunch. It had been so long since we talked that I had forgotten most everything about him. I missed him so much it hurt. So I just about started bawling after that first half hour he was late. An hour late was when I realized he wasn’t comming.