If you aren't incorporating your Instant Pot into your morning routine (or, you know, a Saturday morning at least!), you simply aren't reaching its full potential. The Internet's favorite multi-cooker grants all the benefits of a top-notch homemade breakfast in a fraction of the time, all while making a much smaller mess. At least set aside 10 minutes for your own personal batch of steel-cut oats—once you've had a bowl, you'll never turn back to the microwavable stuff again.
I’d like us to have a frank conversation about salads, particularly as part of your brunch buffet. Salads always seems like a good idea when planning your brunch. All that heavy, egg-, carb- and meat-forward, nap-inducing fare seems to cry out for something lighter and punchier to fill out the plate.
As you amble down the streets of Barcelona in search of a late lunch, tired from a packed morning of being a tourist, you may be hoping to relax with a glass of cava or sangria — two Spanish exports that have made their way onto many a brunch menu stateside. While you’ll surely find enough of both to last you a lifetime, you’ll also see signs in front of bars advertising Vermut, 2€! You should go in.
Nearly all the tables are full on a Wednesday morning at the Ofaimme Farm Cafe in Jerusalem. The open kitchen prepares platters of fresh goat cheeses, salads, and buttery pastries filled with poached eggs. Since opening last year, this has become one of the most popular brunch places in Jerusalem, a city with no shortage of options for hearty and fresh Israeli breakfasts.
In the autumn of 2006, the weather was still warm even though we were slowly making our way into October. Washington D.C. made its transition into the season, leisurely but with a welcome, steady pace that allowed enough time to adjust to the cooler temperatures. Dupont Circle was the iconic “gayborhood” where the local queer community could walk around safely without giving much thought to unwarranted opinions or the awkwardness that arose when strangers stared.
I love brunch at home. My home, your home, any gathering that begins late morning and includes an array of savory and sweet delectables and an excuse for day drinking is okay in my book. The restaurants that do it well are packed to the rafters, the servers are slammed, and the goal is to get you in and out and get the tables turned. For me, brunch isn’t about a meal, but an experience. Slow relaxed grazing, visiting and laughing, a calm comforting hang with family or good friends, the kind of meal that can last for hours. You can’t do that out, you have to do that at home.