Mawnin

Brunch, initially, wasn't all that great.

A series of small disasters, starting with the weather -- cold, overcast, drizzling -- and continuing with the Sunday paper (the lead article in the Washington Post was about teenage obesity; while thats a serious deal, I doubt strongly its the most important article to be written about today), the range (one of the electric elements wasn't completely plugged in, so when the bacon on one end of the griddle was half done, the bacon on that end was barely cooking). And the strata looked like a major mistake, sitting limply in the baking dish, having been taken out of the refrigerator from its overnight stay, and waiting for the oven to heat. Even the music was bad -- the Best of the Fifth Dimension was way too sprightly for a morning like this.

But things got better. We moved the griddle to the other set of burners, one of which had been on for the pan with the french toast - and the french toast, made with challah, was excellent. The coffee came out strong, as I like it. And the strata was a surprise hit -- what was egg-and-milk-soaked bread puffed up to look -- well, to look like the illustration, all browned and quite tasty. Plus, we changed the CD to one of quiet instrumental and piano music. We even have a little bit of a solution for the newspaper problem, though its one the WashPost likely won't like.

Still drizzling, though. Guess you can't have everything....