Saturday, December 18, 2010

A Brunch...

Funerals are no fun, and our recent week in Toronto was pretty stressful. But hurrah, there was an oasis of calm during our time there! On Sunday, December 5th, our friends Greg and Kevin got together and made for us...

A Brunch!

Not "Brunch", not "The Brunch", but "A Brunch." I would argue that it was THE BRUNCH OF THE CENTURY, owing to its marvellous, delicious nature. But I digress. Here's the menu:

Fruit Cup of Mango, Mixed Berries and Pear Lime Sauce

Pecan Cranberry Sourdough French Toast
Double Smoked Applewood Bacon

Lime Meringue Pie

Grilling by Greg and Katering by Kevin

Jealous? You should be. The food was FREAKING AWESOME!

What a beautifully-set table, unlike anything you'd ever find in my house, where paper towels folded in half constitute napkin design.

Our maître-d'hôtel Kevin wore his festive slippers for the occasion, which added a certain joie de vivre to his outfit. Chef Greg was a tad more restrained in his attire, but no chef in his right mind would cook in a tuxedo!

I completely and utterly pigged out. I fear I may have consumed five pieces of bacon along with everything else! The brunch was sumptuous and we all ate heartily. And for dessert?

The most exquite...

Lime meringue pie! Now, I would have thought Greg made it if only he hadn't let the truth out. Yummmmmmmmy!

Then we all got our cameras out to photograph the work of art. Greg had clearly spent too much time in the kitchen that morning...

Although none of us ended up imbibing (I have rules about drinking before noon!), I enjoyed inspecting Greg's booze collection.

He has quite the stock of mead, and this very cool 20 Bees wine!

Had I so desired, I could have gotten quite blotto in a very short time!

And Gordon got all artsy with the camera. No, I was not drunk, despite appearances to the contrary.

THANK YOU, Greg and Kevin, for giving us a few hours of fun during a very difficult time. We are lucky to have great friends like you! (Not to mention those cooking and maître-d-ing skills!)


  1. Yum. yum, yum. Do they cater?

  2. What a great brunch! And authentic mead? Fantastic.

  3. Mmmmm.....mead. We went camping in Northumberland a couple of years ago and bought mead from Lindisfarne Island. We then drank it on the beach around a big roaring fire. Fantastic!
    I'm so glad you are enjoying your felt landscape : ) I love the Islands of Scotland and we go west whenever possible to soak up inspiration : ) I know of the empty cottages you mean in Ireland too. There was one we used to pass every year on the road south. It had a huge concrete wall running around it with a big grand entrance gate complete with sculptural eagles on the gate posts but the house was just a little old ruined cottage. Made us laugh every time :)
    Sorry to hear you have had a family bereavement. Hope you are all coping okay and taking each day as it comes..

  4. Anonymous9:04 am

    Brunch has always been my favorite meal. My business partner would say "that's just because it's another excuse for you to eat between breakfast and lunch" lol. What can I say, I love my food. Your wonderful description tickled my taste buds. Thank God for good friends who can bring sunshine to our darkess days. You and Gordon are in my thoughts everyday! Andrée ;-)
    (Your brunch attire was quite exquisite Natalie!)

  5. Andrée, I get my clothes at this really awesome store in Alexandria called Boutique Lafleur! ;)

    Thank you for your kind words and for thinking of us. And Gordon is making me brunch RIGHT NOW!

  6. Aileen, I think I might like to try making mead sometime, now that we've got bees! It sounds like you had the perfect occasion to drink it, on a beach with a roaring fire. Sounds idyllic.

    THat's funny about the little cottage with the elaborate entrance. Maybe they spent all their money on that and ran out of money for the house!

    And thank you for the kind thoughts. :) It's always hard to lose someone, even when they've had a good long life as Gordon's Dad did. We plan to have a nice little Christmas with his mother here at the farm.

  7. All that booze and nobody imbibed? I bet a photo-replay would show a couple of glasses of port... but not until after noon, of course.

    P.S. Any time. And next time you're in town you'll have to get to High St. Fish and Chips.


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