Brunch chez Paul

It was Father's Day, but that was irrelevant

| The usual suspects assembled chez Paul for brunch on Sunday. We had not had an at-home brunch for a while, and I volunteered to host.

The suspects

Bob
Bob
Ken
Ken
Rafe
Rafe
Real
Réal
Paul
Paul

I made a baked eggy, cheesy thing as the main course, and as usual everyone else contributed: chips and guacamole for starters (Rafe), sausages (Ken), potatoes and croissants (Réal), and crême brûlée for dessert (Bob). Compared to some of our other feasts, it was remarkably restrained; nevertheless it was very substantial breakfast.

Bloody Marys are now obligatory at all my brunches (I do make the best, say I immodestly), and we broke open champagne for the meal. And then someone insisted we should break out some of the liqueur we brought back from the cruise to Ensenada.

To begin with, there was a tiny bit of the coconut liqueur left from the previous cruise, so we polished that off in short order. Then, the new ones: I had brought back two kinds: Crema de Chocolate and Crema de Macademia. Chocolate first. It was unbelievably good.

Someone suggested that these liqueurs would be better if chilled, and tucked the macademia into the freezer for a quick cool-off. Which was all well and good, but when it came time to try it, it was by then too thick to come out the plastic insert in the bottle. Nothing for it but to wrest the plastic out of the bottle. But now the bottle could not be closed! Oh, well.

You can see where this is going!

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Last updated on Apr 13, 2018

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