There is something about the smell of coffee brewing, salty potatoes, smokey sausage, and toasted bread the screams brunch! It means no alarm clocks, just sleeping in and getting up to make a fabulous breakfast in your pajamas. This breakfast serves as lunch, too, because it is close enough to noon to serve a dual purpose.
On this sunny Tucson Saturday, I have a craving for scrambled eggs and crispy, salty potatoes. Also on this day, I feel like trying my hand at french toast. I discovered a cool trick on my handy dandy mandolin and added a secret ingredient to the french toast that made the a little ‘drunk.’
The Love Language of Food 