Just add Prosecco….
On this mid-October Sunday, I am ready to make French toast and hash.
Don’t call it brunch. Okay, call it brunch.
I started out with this round skillet and everything got stuck to it, especially the mungbean pancake that I added to the potato mix. So I had to relocate to the cast iron griddle.
What a good way to use up your left overs. This potato was extra from the potato salad I made for my Old Lady’s birthday the day before. And mungbean pancake remnants not yet eaten up.
I am often scoff-ful of brunch and it’s devotees who gob up the sidewalk in our Brooklyn neighborhood as they wait for a table at whatever popular brunch spot. Most recently, one of those brunch spots closed down leaving the sidewalk free for yours truly.
Certainly it wasn’t my mutant mind-meld powers that brought down this culprit, but if it were…then good.
Now maybe I can focus my power on the Moron-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.
Or I’ll just turn my attention to my brunch. After all, I did make it myself.