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Brunch – What’s That All About?
I’m antisocial. My wife told me, so it must be true. I also prefer eating at home. It usually tastes better. Our mates are always welcome too. And they talk “normal”.
So before I start I’m at a disadvantage regarding my dislike of brunch. Even the word is too clever for its own good. Confluence vernacular is another pet peeve. Trying to put two distinctly separate words together, a la portmanteau is one thing, but what social media has created is on another level and must be considered the height of laziness. I mean, how much effort does it take to use a few words instead of one. Bromance! He’s not my brother. He’s a mate. Surely it’s Matemance? Just saying. POV.
Why would anybody give up the opportunity to sleep in on a Sunday morning, drive a million miles to some ‘exotic’ location, just to meet friends for breakfast … but call it “brunch”, toss around words like pesto, hummus, poached and hollandaise far too much and get ripped off.
If the word ‘poached’ crops up in a conversation more than twice – and you are not an egg farmer or chef, chances are you’re talking to a serial killer! At brunch my good friends have evolved into morons … and by morons, I simply mean my ‘normally aspirated’ mates become all hybrid motor mouths on me because the name changed from breakfast to…
