Two weeks after I got back from Vietnam and recovered fully from the raging strain of Hands, Foot and Mouth Disease that I managed to catch out there (despite my two other travel buddies getting away scot-free), my lovely gal pals Jess and Sara offered to come round to my house, whip up some brunch, and have a good old natter. Obviously, I said yes. Great company! Free food! ...Ahem.
Thus they came, armed with bags of avocados, eggs, brown bread and triple sec orange liqueur. Anything remotely fruity, even if alcoholic, is automatically acceptable for breakfast. In England, anyway. #Boozies
So as Sara chopped up some avocados, gloriously Insta-friendly fruits that they are, Jess niftily rustled up some fancy Cointreau Fizz cocktails (which turned out to be pretty yummy).
We also sipped freshly brewed French vanilla coffee during our cooking shenanigans, because we're drip hipsters who enjoy mixing stimulants with depressants first thing in the morning.
Yay, breakfast and heart palpitations!
And so we dined. Chocolate and butter croissants, seasoned scrambled eggs, sliced avocado on lightly toasted bread, coffee, and some hair of the dog. Classic Saturday brunch fodder after two weeks in an infectious diseases quarantine.
I imagine that this is the sort of brunch that booze-soaked socialites in the Gatsby era, the Jazz Age, the Roaring Twenties, would have had on Saturday mornings. Gatsby was probably too busy partaking in criminal activities to even consider something so trivial as breakfast, but Tom and Daisy Buchanan, that dazzlingly toxic couple of untouchable wealth and lethargy, or at least Nick and Jordan, would certainly have enjoyed sipping a triple sec cocktail with their morning meal (if not just to avoid making lifeless conversation with one another).
Luckily, lifeless conversation was not an issue for us gals. We talked, we stalked (on Facebook), ate a monumental number of croissants, and overall, had a fabulous morning together. I'm so grateful to have such weird, wonderful friends in my life. And I'm sorry if I passed on any of my traveller germs. Mwah!
Mel left London to chase summer around the world, one country at a time. She loves the ocean, writing postcards, and solo exploration. Travel with her on Instagram.