brunch at marie’s


I always say that my first college roommate was a saint, and she still is.  When I visited her last week, she treated me to a super brunch in Grand Rapids at Marie Catrib’s.  I loved everything about this place from the people to the flowers to the font all over the restaurant.  Not to mention the food!  We split two dishes: Marie’s own gluten-free pancakes made with sweet potato and cranberries, served with real maple syrup and honey butter & Esperanza’s Omelette with Marie’s seasoned potatoes. I was having such a good time I had to cut myself off from my fourth coffee refill.  Sharing joys and sorrows of the past year goes best with brunch.

skillets and smoothies slow tempo

I went out of town with my sister’s family over the weekend to visit the Museum of Science and Industry and see a baseball game before my nephew starts kindergarten this week.  The rain and cooler temperatures were to our advantage, and we enjoyed every minute in the Windy City.  Yesterday we filled up with breakfast on the patio at Tempo’s on State & Chestnut.  I ordered a Michigan Omelette (cheddar and apples!) and liked the atmosphere that was busy & laid back at the same time.  It’s not so hard to wait for malted pancakes if you have a fruit smoothie to keep you occupied!

my grandma’s birthday

My mom’s mom was born on July 3rd the same year as Shirley Temple and Mickey Mouse.  Because of her birthday, the 4th of July holiday is among my favorite family holidays, too.  As long as I can remember, she invites relatives over to her house on Elizabeth Street for a cookout to celebrate.  Some aunts and uncles just walk up the street to her front yard, while the rest of us drive in from different corners of the state or country.  The configuration of people varies from year to year, but you can usually count on breakfast at Wimbledon, Lay’s potato chips, Uncle George at the charcoal grill and a coconut cake (Grandma’s favorite).  I am thankful for both the verbal and silent support that comes from my family and for the sustained comfort that my grandma has instilled in all of us.  These are the days when the familiar beats the new and fancy.

if not for him

I wouldn’t be here.  And I wouldn’t have experienced Angel Food Cake French Toast from Spyro’s this morning!  I intended to make breakfast rolls for Father’s Day, but yesterday’s migraine dictated else ways.  So we went out for brunch instead and then watched cake shows and baseball on TV.  Three of us split the french toast, garden frittata and Wyoming bacon (when bacon is thick and good, my dad calls it Wyoming bacon), otherwise we may not have been able to get out of our booth.  My dad played the organ the morning I was born and watches Christmas movies with me at any time of the year.  I like to watch birds, ballgames and eat brats with him.  Thanks, Dad, for reminding me today not to let emotions get in the way of joy.  Cheers to happy memories and all of the fathers who work so hard to provide a joyful future for their children.