I live in a rather female intensive family. So, of course, Mother’s Day is a multi-generational event. Most of those who “man” the kitchen are out of action on Mother’s Day which usually means we have to eat out if we don’t want mothers cooking and still want to eat. That’s the way it’s been until this year. My young-adult cousin, her “New Boo”, her dad and my son took the reigns to put together the sweetest Sunday Brunch I’ve ever had.
We were banned from the kitchen (which hurt my feelings none) and were served drinks/snacks by our “waiter”. We relaxed and chatted as aromas from the kitchen began to invade the room. We were presented with printed menus so that no one received something they didn’t like. They really out-did themselves. Everything was done so sweetly and was so tasty, we had no choice but to feel special.