If you cook it, they will come
I absolutely love Sunday brunch. When I was little, it used to be a weekly family affair, we would get together at my grandparents' house and pretty
much eat all afternoon. When we moved away just before I started high school, we continued the tradition by going to a great restaurant every Sunday
and enjoying a brunch there. Later on came college, and since I was on a rather tight budget, I only got to enjoy a traditional Sunday brunch when I
would go home for the holidays or in the summer.
Now I live away from my parents and the rest of the family, so I decided to cultivate the tradition with my family of choice, my friends. Since we are a
rowdy bunch, I figured it might be best to meet for brunch at my house, instead of a restaurant. It would be more fun to prepare our own food, plus
nobody would send us any looks of disapproval if we ate with our fingers. With the plan ready, I called around and got a group of nine to agree to a
brunch on Sunday.
Everybody was told to prepare their favourite dish, but since I was the hostess, I felt it was my duty to make sure everybody would leave my place
positively stuffed and that we wouldn't lack a thing. That's why when I went shopping, I admit I might have gone a bit overboard. I did make a list, but it
was so general, that in the store I did stick to it yet I ended up with way too much food.
How did I manage that? My list said juice, so I got orange, cranberry, grapefruit, grape and apple. Fruit was also not a good word for my list, because I
got grapes, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, bananas, grapefruit and kiwi. If you think that's bad, you should have seen me in the bakery, getting
rolls, pita bread, cinnamon buns, baguettes and pies. It's as if I was getting ready to feed an army or a football team.
When I got home and put all the groceries on the kitchen counter, I was terrified that there was no way we would eat it all but didn't have time to come
up with a plan, because my friends started arriving. Turned out they