Posts Tagged ‘brunch’

Why no, I’m not working today

Monday, October 17th, 2011

Today and tomorrow are fall break!

And yesterday was Crockett’s birthday!

If your definition of epic is ‘yeah, that was pretty awesome’, then it’s been an epic weekend. (If your definition of epic is the actual definition of epic then I apologize for how I like to use it.)

On Friday we went out with a few of Crockett’s friends. For 10 hours. (We met the early birds at a 4 pm happy hour and stayed out with the latecomers until after midnight – who’s 33 now, huh?)

me and crockett at empire

Based on the reactions on facebook, this is the most best my hair has ever looked.

How could I not share that with you?

On Saturday we recuperated.

On Sunday, birthday funday really began.

We started with brunch at Lola, one of Crockett’s favorite places.

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It was nice enough that we could sit on the patio. (Please excuse my dirty camera lens.)

I told the host and our server that it was Crockett’s birthday. He told me to stop. I said ‘not on your life’.

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And then we got free cinnamon sugar doughnuts, proving pretty soundly that I was right and he was wrong.

Ha.

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We ordered brunch drinks – a peach mimosa for me and a bloody maria for the birthday boy, and then got down to doughnut eating while we made our meal choices.

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And while Crockett fielded birthday calls, left and right.

He’s apparently quite popular.

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Here’s the thing about fried food. It may be guilt inducing, sometimes. It may be overkill, sometimes.

Sometimes, though? It’s perfect. These doughnuts were warm and crispy and every single bite was absolutely necessary.

Lola is a little tough for me – they have a lot of bell peppers in their hashes and stuff. I went with a safe choice.

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Chicken and waffles.

Wait, did I say safe?

I meant delicious. It was a brined chicken breast with buttermilk waffles (I think), chorizo gravy, and a raspberry chipotle syrup. I made Crockett a bite right off, so that I wouldn’t eat it all before he got to try it.

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For his own meal, Crockett went for the pulled pork benedict, served on chile cornmeal muffins.

It was tasty, but it was no chicken and waffles.

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I also caved and ordered coffee. I’m trying to move away from coffee in restaurants, because I keep getting refills and then I feel a little jittery until mid-afternoon. Sure, I could just turn down the refills, but it’s better if I don’t have to put myself in that position. I’m not strong like that.

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A chicken waffleicious bite, right there.

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Lola is in a really great neighborhood of Denver, and they’re one of the locations where you can rent these bikes. You pay $6 for the day, and can take a bike from any location for up to half an hour for free. It’s kind of expensive, but we had some time to kill before our next stop, so we rented a couple and rode around the neighborhood, looking at adorable houses and new condos and dreaming of a slightly more urban life. When we brought the bikes back, we realized we still had some time to kill, so we checked them out again and rode over the highway into downtown Denver. We tooled around for half an hour, through the parks – it was a very effective way to rid ourselves of our brunch induced desire to nap.

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It’s a good thing, because our big event for the day was pretty physical. Indoor skydiving!

(Those two people are not us.)

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These two people are us.

Once we started the skydiving, I had to lock up all my stuff, so I don’t have any pictures. I do have a video, but in general it was like this – we laid on our stomachs in the wind and tried really hard to learn what some people make look easy.

We were pretty good, honestly.

Afterwards, we went to Crockett’s brothers house for dinner and delicious homemade Italian style cheesecake.

It was a lovely day.

Happy birthday, baby!

eat your heart out, woodie guthrie

Thursday, January 27th, 2011

Last night I was full of the hyper. I don’t know why that sometimes happens – it carried through until after my run today, though, so I’m not gunna mess with it. Bring it on, hyper.

Of course, Crockett, who had specifically requested that we sleep in because neither of us had anywhere to be, was not thrilled that I woke up at 7:30 and was all ok let’s-go-let’s-go-let’s-go… but I had made him breakfast already, so we were fine.

Breakfast? Already made when I woke up?

Why, yes. Pancetta and Cinnamon Ricotta Breakfast Casserole, actually.

Assembling it is what I did last night when it was 10:30 and I wasn’t ready for bed.

First, I cut up some bacon.

Because really, why not.

Then I chopped up the rosemary-thyme yeast wreath that I tested for food52 and stuck in the freezer.

There may or may not have been a ricotta blender incident.

Oh wait. There definitely was a ricotta blender incident. You know how you can tell? From the ricotta on my shirt.

P.S. I didnt’ use ricotta. I used cottage cheese. Crockett hates cottage cheese, so I was trying to keep it a secret, but I can’t lie to you!

Started with bread.

Added bacon (cooked until crispy).

Ricotta, brown sugar, and Frangelico (what? Crockett didn’t have any vanilla and mine was like two miles away).

Second layer of bread.

In the morning, after twenty minutes out of the fridge and forty minutes in the oven, it became part of a balanced breakfast.

Crockett’s included a mixture of Superfood and orange juice.

Mine didn’t.

But it was good anyway.