Weekend Mornings

On a good weekend morning, I try to catch up on my pleasure-reading.Apparently Snook has been taking notes.

And on a really good weekend morning, by the time I'm ready to put my book down, brunch is on the table.Hooray for weekend mornings.

Do You Chorizo?

I don't usually chorizo. Too salty, too sausagy, too much. Plus it has a tendency to repeat on me all day long. Well, I didn't have any of those problems with the H's. Maybe I do chorizo.

Breakfast in Bed

Pretty sure I didn't do anything to deserve this, but when I got out of the shower this past Saturday morning, I was ordered to get back in bed.Where breakfast was served. Thank you, hon!

Eating In

Going out to brunch used to be one of my favorite things to do on weekend mornings. But the H wakes up really inspired sometimes, and then there's really no point.This was some kind of yummy seafood scramble with a potato and maybe some bread with fig jam and strawberries. Sorry, I think that Bloody Mary made my memory a little bit fuzzy.