There are many things to love about the grown-up weekends that my hubby and I have been enjoying lately courtesy of my kids' sleepovers with Grammie and Grampie. There's the sleeping in until 8:00 a.m., the wandering aimlessly around Target, the finishing of many a nagging household project, the lingering over a lovely dinner party, the spontaneity, the lack of tip-toeing and whispering after the kids have gone down, the freedom . . . The list goes on and on. But teetering at the top of that list have to be the housemade meals the H throws down for just the two of us.
This was lunch last Saturday. A mache and endive salad topped with a poached egg and a vinaigrette that got me even tipsier than the Prosecco.
And this was our Sunday brunch. Huevos rancheros with all the fixings. Check the Bloody Mary! Just the bomb diggity.
This was lunch last Saturday. A mache and endive salad topped with a poached egg and a vinaigrette that got me even tipsier than the Prosecco.
And this was our Sunday brunch. Huevos rancheros with all the fixings. Check the Bloody Mary! Just the bomb diggity.
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