Sunday brunch

Eastside Road, November 3, 2013—

YES, IT'S TRUE, I've said before that "brunch" is not my favorite meal, but today's an exceptional day; we have to drive down to the city for an event which will obviate dinner, so let's make breakfast the Principal Meal of the Day. Here you see (or can perhaps barely make out) Franco Dunn's breakfast sausage, which comes uncased. I formed two patties, each a little bigger than a baseball, then flattened a bit and cooked not too fast in a black iron skillet.

I was going to fry the eggs in the sausage drippings, but there were none. This has to be the leanest sausage on record: there was no fat at all in that skillet; the patties kept everything to themselves. Oh well: a little butter and olive oil in the small egg-frying skillet, an old enamel one I use for nothing else, did the trick perfectly. Salt and pepper, of course.

The toast is the whole-wheat bread from Downtown Bakery & Creamery, in Healdsburg, lightly buttered. Afterward, caffelattes (thanks for your loyalty, Faemina!). What? No green salad? Well, maybe later…