Mr. Steady responded by reminding me that most places serve breakfast all day and I could probably order off either menu I wanted. I launched into a homily which he has heard probably 72 times in the years we've been married about my fond remeberance of Sunday brunches as a child.
THIS is the experience I had in mind when I mentioned brunch to Mr. Steady. He said, "Brunch is just for people who sleep in too late but can't wait an hour for lunch so they go out, order breakfast at 10:30 and say 'Oooooo, I'm faaaaaancy'," And if you know Mr. Steady in real life, you do not need much of an imagination to hear him saying that last part in his best Southern belle voice.
I got lost in a fit of giggles. THIS is why I love this man so much, he makes me laugh like no one else can. Even if he will never understand a girls need for a true proper brunch. We laughed and laughed over this in the dark.
I am SO glad I married this man. Now I'm still in search of Easter brunch. With white tablecloths and stemmed juice glasses please. My man needs some fancy in his life.