It always pays to be prepared. Too bad I wasn’t prepared on Mother’s Day morning. Instead of bringing any type of electronic device with a camera to bed the night before, I brought a very old-fashioned thing – a book with paper, not even electronic, pages. Oh, the unpreparedness! This was unfortunate, because on Mother’s Day morning the girls prepared and delivered breakfast in bed to me, something they haven’t done in a number of years. I was unable to take a photo to share with you, a horrible lapse in any blogger’s life.
But, if a picture could paint a thousand words, use your imagination with these words to paint a picture, instead. Bright and early, for them if not me, I was delivered a vase of flowers accompanied by a breakfast tray that included a hot cup of coffee; a bowl of pineapple chunks; candy kisses; biscotti cookies Joe had picked up on Saturday; and, the best part, French Toast bites. Louisa found a recipe someplace, she couldn’t remember where, and basically riffed on it. She cut up cubes of bread, dipped them into some kind of French Toast batter, cooked them up in a lot of butter, and dipped them again in a cinnamon sugar mixture. These were very good. So good that I probably ate a week’s worth of breakfast calories in that one meal. So good that I would like the recipe. Except Louisa doesn’t know where to find the original one. By the way, as I mentioned on Friday, Annie is home, and I believe she was Louisa’s helper, at least when it came to cleaning up stuff in the kitchen. It really was in pretty good shape when I came downstairs later than morning. That would have been the highlight of breakfast, except that the French Toast bites were sooooo good. And so was the relaxed hangout in bed time we all shared together. It’s been a long time since the four of us have hung out on our bed and just talked, laughed, and relaxed.
You would think, on this somewhat rare occasion that food was prepared for me specifically, I would remember to photograph it. However, I forgot to photograph our restaurant appetizers, but trust me when I say that both the beef carpaccio with the arugula salad and the bruschetta with the artichokes, speck, and gorgonzola were very tasty.
Finally, I remembered to pull out my camera for the rest of meal, after I saw Louisa photographing her plate.
Joe and I ordered the same entree, the braised pork cheeks with mashed potatoes and broccoli rabe. While the entire meal was good, some of you may have guessed that the broccoli rabe was my favorite item on the plate, as my inner vegetarian sneaked out to play that day.
Louisa chose the snapper and shellfish plate – I have no idea where that girl developed her palate, choosing one of the items I would never select from that menu, while often rejecting what I serve at home.
Annie chose the tortellini with peas and cream and I’m not sure what else was in that dish, but I probably would have loved that plate of food. In this case I know whence the culinary tastes derived.
We went home for dessert and plunged head first into all of the baked goods that my parents, who had joined us for the day, brought to us straight from New York and the Bronx. You know they had to be good. We had enough for a dozen people, not just six. But, never fear, we are doing a fine job of eating it all by ourselves. Yum