I wish the Sunday Brunch was a weekly staple in everyone’s life. Don’t you? Maybe you haven’t been to a brunch, or you feel it’s too froo froo. Well I’m here to inform you of the absolute wrongness you embody. Fresh bagels with scallion cream cheese. Perfect omelets. A pile of pastries. Pounds of smoky and flavorful bacon. A never ending supply of coffee. These are but a few of the most traditional of things you’ll find at a brunch. The best brunches are those shared with people you know and love. Forget the idea of going out for your brunch fix, and turn back home.
OK. I can see you’re not sold on the idea of a brunch. You’ve got the Jack Bauer deadpan stare going, and I can respect that. It’s a mean stare. And there’s just no way I could convince you spending an hour or two with family and friends on a Sunday afternoon is a decent way to waste the day away. You’re tough. I’m trembling here.
But I’ve got French toast casserole. Ah, now you are interested in what I have to say on the subject of brunches. Yes, ladies and gentlemen I present to you the ultimate reason to wake up before noon on a Sunday: the glorious French Toast Casserole. I’ll work on my sister for her recipe to share with you all. And by “work on” I mean casually ask her about it. A few spoonfuls of the sweet and fluffy dish, with just a hint of pecan crunch, and anyone will be convinced to do your bidding. Even attend your next brunch.
So forget the wings and chips for the Super Bowl – wait, that’s a bad idea. OK, just add French Toast Casserole to this year’s festivities. After all, a Super Bowl party is just a late afternoon brunch for guys.
