we have brunch at home
burrata peas, pickle devils, melon spritzes 'n a quiche
I’ve aired out my beef with brunch (specifically traditional brunch food, the level of mid it is, and the overpriced tag on 2 deviled eggs) across the entire world wide web at this point. But my final destination, is right here on substack, right in time for easter sunday <3
In reality, I just love hosting brunch at home because it’s food that is actually so easy to make, it’s frilly and fun and I do love a reason to day drink and sit out on my patio for hours at a time. Hence the series. But I also think when most people think of hosting, dinner comes to mind. Probably because everyone’s all over dinner parties dinner parties. But what about BRUNCH PARTIES!?!?! Spritzes on deck!?!?! A quiche!??!?! Deviled eggs with no limit per person!?!? Yes, it’s all right here.
on the brunch menu:
babushka’s blinchiki (recipe here)
burrata n’ peas (even for the pea haters)
melon spritzes
dill pickle devils
quiche lorraine
Every brunch needs a signature drink, and maybe I’m biased (because I just spent all day working out this melon spritz, just to call it a honeydew spritz in my recipe video…..it has been a long mf day lol.) But it really feels like the perfect balance of alcohol, sweetness and freshness. I am personally a mimosa hater because it feels like the most boring thing in this world. It takes way too many to even feel buzzy, and by that time I also have a headache. Plus, it’s usually not even with nice champagne, so it double sucks. Mimosa = zero slay. Melon spritz = slay.
Now after my trip to France last month, I had an airport quiche that shockingly was very good. But I realized - I am indeed a quiche gworl, and we should all be quiche gworls. So I had it on my list of things to recreate, immediately. This one is full of alliums and cheese and bacon and is soooo good. I ate leftovers for dinner and am now convinced a quiche is definitely a dinner food.
NOWW re: this pea dish. It was the last food on my boyfriend’s “hate list” that I had to knock off. I’ve already successfully crossed off chicken (breast specifically, which I feel you) and fennel. Now all I had left was peas, which he was quite adamant on hating so I was nervous. But long story short, he couldn’t get his lil paws off this burrata. So talk about a cROwd pLeaSER!
Okay, go cook your ‘lil butt off now!
