Every bite of food should be a sweet bite
It’s official; my chica brunches are now going to happen once a month. We have way too much time to not do them more often and this time around, we had so much fun.
This time it was a bit more special, since my best friend was visiting for the weekend and she got to meet my new set of friends. I also had the plus benefit of having a helping hand in putting it all together.
Here is my recipe for a great chica brunch:
My maternal grandmother was a true Italian socialite. She had the most active social life of anyone that I have ever met. When I was growing up, spending time with her meant going to afternoon coffee dates with her friends. Playing canasta or poker at the country club most of Saturday afternoons and if there was a birthday, wedding, baby birth, baptism or any type of celebration within a 50-mile radius in our city, she was there, my sister and I at her heels.
She was generous, funny, and knew EVERYONE. What she was not, however, was a fan of a kitchen. Unlike my paternal grandmother, Nonna Franca was not a slave to her kitchen. She could cook, but it was easy dishes, something that she could put together fast and be out of there to meet her social circle at the next bingo game.
For the past 3 days I have been hooked to my computer.
As a junkie is to his drug of choice.
I have discovered the wonderful world of my Netflix “Watch instantly” option.
I have discovered MadMan.
I’m now an official Draper fan.
I cannot get enough of all those chain-smoking characters.
I watched season 1 and 2 and some of 3 in one sitting.
Tom was worried that my eyes were going to fall off.