I am appalled and amused at the same time by this story on yesterday’s Times, about the brunch-excess at certain Meat Packing District cornball scenes. I guess I just don’t understand the desire to take part in the debauchery with orange skinned women and men with sticky/stiff hair among other grossness, but I am intrigued by the spectacle aspect of it all.  Still, I would rather take a quite morning with some good friends and simple brunch with impromptu prosecco mimosa at home, any day.

We were out of flour today, so I experimented with bread flour, for the pancakes, which is what we had.  It worked out surprisingly well.

I am appalled and amused at the same time by this story on yesterday’s Times, about the brunch-excess at certain Meat Packing District cornball scenes. I guess I just don’t understand the desire to take part in the debauchery with orange skinned women and men with sticky/stiff hair among other grossness, but I am intrigued by the spectacle aspect of it all. Still, I would rather take a quite morning with some good friends and simple brunch with impromptu prosecco mimosa at home, any day.

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We were out of flour today, so I experimented with bread flour, for the pancakes, which is what we had. It worked out surprisingly well.

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