Second Glass

I costarred in a webseries called Drinking Problems created by Nate Larkin-Connolly for the wine company Second Glass. They’re funny and you will accidentally learn stuff!

If you like those check out the other fun videos they have on the Second Glass youtube channel.

Sugarlyn Cakes

I have lived a very difficult life at the hands of my mother. Because of her, nearly every elementary school class birthday has been ruined for me. Since childhood, I have had an extremely refined palate for cakes due to her superior baking, which makes it impossible for me to enjoy grocery store baked goods or canned frostings, and I seemed to be the only 8 year old who knew that apple juice does not go with cake. Milk goes with cake, MILK! Who raised you, elementary school parents? Certainly not my mother.

On a weekly basis I had to politely eat the cupcakes and juice parents brought in for birthdays, wishing that like the other students, I was blissfully ignorant to the delicious cupcakes that existed in the world. Cupcakes that ruin you for all other cupcakes. The only solace I had was when my birthday rolled around and my mother could finally bring in her baked goods and MILK. We always killed it for my class birthday. In the fifth grade, I came up with the brilliant and totally unexpected plan to have a Hoodsie sundae bar. The best class birthdays always came from the chubby kids, and thanks to my size 16’s I was throwing milk-fused ragers.

I’ve always told my mother she should sell her cupcakes, and after winning the baking contest at the Fluff festival a few weeks ago, she finally decided to do it!

Introducing Sugarlyn Cakes!


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So if you ever want to order some, let me know. For the drop-off, we can meet in a public, neutral location in case you’re using your cupcake order as an opportunity to murder me while enjoying delicious treats.

Peanut Butter Cheerios

I have some really serious cereal business to discuss with all of you.

(Am I scraping the bottom of the barrel on this one, or what?)

(It’s not lost on me that not only have I instagrammed Cheerios, but I have tried to do so with some artistic pizzaz, which I’m sure makes this all a lot worse).

This is some important breakfast time news, and as a blogger/brunch enthusiast (which encompasses things both breakfast and lunch related plus everything in between where that venn diagram meets to form ‘brunch’) it’s my responsibility to deliver you the big  stories (and hope that General Mills throws some free boxes my way. Peanut Butter, Chocolate, Dulce de Leche, and Cinnamon Burst ONLY, please. You can keep your Cheerios Crunch!)

But for reals, banana peals (that’s a little professional fruit humor) this stuff is crazy good. Really authentically peanut buttery– and I have a really delicate palate, so I’m acutely aware of artificial flavors. It also has a great mouth-feel, a nice hearty crunch, but not overly so, like a Cap’n Crunch (how do people eat that? It cuts the roof of my mouth and then I have to wear my old retainer for 2 days until it feels better).

For a real culinary adventure, try your Peanut Butter Cheerios with sliced bananas. You are welcome, foodies!

Sunday Brunch


I enjoyed a little Sunday brunch of chocolate chip and coconut pancakes and white trash mimosas (Andre and tropicana in a glass acquired from a yard sale) on the porch with my family. Oh! and the delicious maple syrup was homemade by my uncle, which is some classic NH charm. It just makes you want to stay at a bed and breakfast and go on a foliage tour, huh?

So far it’s been a productive day so I feel pretty proud–or as proud as you can feel when you are unemployed and living with your parents. When I relax tonight and watch Ice Loves Coco I’m really going to feel like I deserve it.

Obsessed With: Thomas’ Pretz-a-bagels

These mini pretz-a-bagels are my new favorite empty calories. My mom found these a few days ago, and I think I ate the whole bag during my usual weekend eating free-for-all.

Some delicious ways to eat them:
With Strawberry or Blueberry cream cheese
Butter and jelly
Brie and fig jam (please don’t be intimidated by how fancy I am).

You’re going to pass out about 20 minutes after consuming them, so be pretty strategic about when you eat it. Maybe on a weekend when you can nap and don’t feel the need to accomplish anything for the rest of the day. Wooorth ittt.

BRUNCH at Max Brenner

For a blog with the name brunch in it, I post shockingly little about it…. and by shockingly little, I mean I’m pretty sure I don’t have one post dedicated to brunch.

Whatever. Irrelevant. I start today! (clearly, I’m trying to dazzle you right now with my writing talents).

My parents and I went to Max Brenner for Mother’s Day brunch this past Sunday. First we got the Mediterranean Dip, which included hummus, babaganoosh, and eggplant dip. All good.

(Am I dazzling you with my photography skills? I use a Droid Incredible with a no-zoom lens.)

Then I got a burger. The burger was good…I mean it tasted like a burger…but it was charcoal broiled, which is a concept I don’t understand. Why would I want to eat, like, burnt ash? That’s essentially what’s on this burger, right? The waffle fries, though were the best waffle fries I’ve ever had and I’ve had a lot of waffle fries, so you can trust me on this.

My mom got Cinnamon Apple & White Chocolate Truffle Cream French Toast and a Dreamsicle (absolut vanilla, grand marnier, orange juice, and vanilla sauce).

Also good…

My dad got the “Guiltless Omelet.” I’m sorry, what?! I actually looked at the menu and saw that and thought “if I had any sort of self control or had nothing to live for I would get that.” Then for about two seconds I tried to convince myself it was what I really wanted… then I laughed and got an alcoholic drink made with cream. Normally, I would get something like this at a restaurant, but you don’t go to Max Brenner if you don’t have plans of shameless binge eating.

In fairness, the omelet came and it had a biscuit with a chocolate dipping sauce, so it’s not that guiltless, but I’m still confused as to why my dad would get something that a teenage girl with a body image problem would get. I didn’t take a picture of it because nobody cares about a pile of eggs with vegetables in it.

It was all good, but we didn’t get anything with chocolate, and I guess that’s kind of the whole point of the restaurant. My mom wants to go here for my graduation dinner, but I’m a little undecided about it. I just can’t commit!

High Tea

If I had to pick a second favorite meal besides brunch, I would pick high tea. If it included mimosas instead of tea, it would be my favorite, though. High tea is such a clutch player because it’s meant to be eaten after lunch and before dinner, which I have always felt would be a great time to add another meal.

Afternoon tea includes a lot of food (crustless sandwiches! little pastries! scones!), and my mom told me once that other people don’t generally finish everything they are served (including what the person they’re dining with didn’t finish), but I don’t understand why they would give you that much food if you weren’t supposed to eat it all.

My all time favorite tea is at The Drake Hotel in Chicago, which I’ve gone to a few times. The food and tea are great (I always get the pear caramel herbal), and they even have a HARPIST! If you tell the harpist it’s your birthday they will play Happy Birthday! It sounds like you died on your birthday and went to heaven and they were playing Happy Birthday when you got there (which would be ironic, but I imagine God to have a playful sense of humor. I also imagine He looks like Tom Selleck circa Three Men and A Baby).

Tea at The Drake Hotel.


Since I still have under two hours before the first week in 2011 ends, I thought I would mention some of my resolutions for the new year. At the moment I have, I dunno, upwards of 15 resolutions, so I will spare you the personal ones that read like quotes from your old AIM profile circa ’02 (“Dance like no one is watching! Love like you’ve never been hurt! <3”) and just share the fun, frivolous ones.

One of my big problems is that I buy these cool, fashion-y pieces and then never wear them (guys, my lyfe is so hard!!!). When I pick them out in the store I have such big dreams for them (The fabulous parties! The dates in trendy restaurants! Oh, the wonderful things you’ll see, Betsey Johnson Dress!) and then I just end up circulating the same 3 outfits all year. Well, no more!  My resolution is to start wearing all the clothes, shoes, and accessories that I never or rarely wear.

The lonely Juicy Couture shoes that sit neglected in their box.

I can’t just put it on and watch Sex and the City reruns by myself, either. I have to go find the fabulous parties and dates to wear these poor forgotten souls just like I promised them at the store. Like this sad sparkly blazer:

This Silence and Noise blazer's sparkles start to dim from sadness caused by my irresponsible neglect.

I told her she’d see NYE parties, and instead I’ve only worn her here. That’s just not fair. The items in this closet are about to see the life they were destined to lead.

You can only see the top of my closet because my mom would be soooo mad if I showed you how messy the floor looked.

Which brings me to my other resolution- clean and organize my closet!

To recap:

1. Wear all unworn still-nice clothes.

2. Find fancy parties and dates to wear them to!

3. Organize closet.

I’ll take pictures and blog about it!

…..provided I actually accomplish any of these things.

First Post!

Welcome to my blog, Brunch For Every Meal! If you’re reading this, you’re probably either someone who had nothing better to do than to click on one of the many links I incessantly post on Facebook or you are my mom.

If you’re confused as to what this blog might be about, well it’s hard to describe. I can tell you, though, that if you really like brunch, you will probably enjoy half-reading this blog while you watch The Millionaire Matchmaker. I know this because if you appreciate brunch and believe in its ideals of unapologetic fancy-shmancy-ness, the right to order pancakes even if you don’t get out of bed til noon, and judgement-free drinking of champagne before 3pm… then you might like the blog written by someone who also believes in those things.

I’ll be writing about fun things that brunch-y people enjoy such as food, fashion, interior decorating, cooking, entertaining, etc.

So, let’s say that this:

and this:

and these women:

had a child and then let me adopt it… it would be this blog. Theme-wise, I mean. I’m not saying this blog could ever reach the level of awesome that the baby of pancakes, fashion, and Tina Fey would be at. I’m just someone who loves brunch, I’m not God.