Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Brunch a Few Sundays Ago





Out of control brunch. An argument, dare I say it, for Shabbat on Sunday mornings?
That's frittatas with and without goat cheese; the no-knead bread from Mark Bittman; real munster cheese; salade; sweet potato hash; grapefruit and homepicked avo platter; roasted squash, grapes, and pine nuts. According to my dad, the frittatas look the best. But it's not a contest...