To Mothers.

Even if you didn’t know me, which I think that everyone who visits my blog does, it wouldn’t take you five minutes of reading to figure out that I’m really close to my family.  And who could blame me, I have a really awesome family.  Well, on this particular day when Hallmark endorses the love we feel for our mothers every single day of the year, I too want to mention mine.  Of all the wonderful people in my life (and not a day passes that I don’t ask how I got so lucky to have such a solid cast of supporting actors) no one has been more consistent of a defender, supporter and advocate than my momma.  For twenty-five years and counting,  my mom has been there to take the calls, notes, and knocks on the door from my brother at all hours of the day or night (most of which now make for good laughs around the dinner table) of the latest situation Jo has gotten herself into.  Not once has she not been there to brush me off, bail me out, remind me she loves me and help me figure out a solution;  she’s always been there to celebrate my victories, discuss my dilemmas, and sic mama tiger on the waitress who mocks me for ordering poached eggs (true story).  Unconditional love provides on incomparable sense of security for which I am profoundly grateful.

BrunchLove is genetic in our family, and I wanted to find an extra special Mother’s Day brunch this year since my grandmother was also visiting from New Hampshire.  But after perusing all of my food blogs and scavenging Open Table, I just couldn’t find anything that stood out and I decided I’d just have to do it myself.  Not only can I make a lighter and exactly to-order meal at home, but quite honestly I had some selfish motives too… I love to cook for people.  People appreciating something you’ve bought is satisfying, but not nearly as satisfying as people appreciating things you’ve made.

Course One:
Served with blood orange and grapefruit mimosas 

Vanilla greek yogurt with strawberries, blackberries and dark chocolate balsamic vinaigrette