We made applewood smoked bacon, omelettes, pumpkin cranberry scones, and gluten-free pumpkin pancakes with organic maple syrup. What a sweet surprise greeted me when I cracked the first egg for the pancakes:
And then another and another and another of those surprises as I cracked three more eggs, all telling me this day was going to be special.
I washed some of the most perfect-looking organic fruit and decided it had to go in my circa 1860 antique ironstone tureen. Hee hee... everyone asked if the fruit was real. It did look quite like a still life!
What fun it was to pull out my Autumn dishes, Royal Worcester's Evesham, and work in flowers, another antique ironstone piece, some pearl-handled knives, sterling forks and coin silver forks.
After brunch, we had a lovely time visiting and looking at our son's video footage of his underwater adventures in Hawaii. They swam with dolphins and huge turtles--amazing! Reliving the trip was so relaxing that we all felt like napping. With the warm aromas of food still lingering in the air, and the warm contentment all around, this truly felt like a recaptured Sunday from my childhood at my Grandma's house. I felt older and more settled and able to give to my son what I had been given by the adults in my childhood. This was a perfect Sunday--one I will cherish and bring back as often as I can.
