Sunday Brunches Pillows

"I like how we've changed our routine by going to the cafe Sunday mornings."

'Before I order breakfast, which way is it to the 'International Bathroom of Pancakes'?'

Welcome Spring.

"Harry—Let's get brunch and day drink."

Rusty, not believing in God, seized his chance...

Full English Breakfast.

Where Deviled Eggs come from

Corner Bakery ... Bread and Breakfast.

You're the sizzle in my roast!

"Great coffee, Carole."

'I'm thankful you didn't make turnips.'

'Something new for Sunday lunch today - Corned-beef sandwiches!'

"Eye of Newt, wing of bat, let's instagram it!"

"That sister of yours sure has some nerve asking for those leftovers - we earned them."

'As soon as your mother is through laundering the money we'll go out to eat.'

'We're losing the mid-morning market. Let's put a hamburger in a glazed donut and call it brunch.'

'You can't have a drumstick because this is roast beef.'

"This is their 'Working Mother of Four' coffee special. They must know what I go through."

"Since you're into burnt offerings you should come over some Sunday for one of her special dinners."

"Mum, why can't we just have a normal Sunday roast like other families?"

'What we were about to receive has gone the way of all flesh.'

Lunch

Chicken

'For once can't we all just sit down and eat as a family?'

"We could have a shoot-out, then brunch."

Ladies who lunch.

'Mom, I followed your time-honored legendary family recipe for Brussels Spout Bake with one exception - I substituted a pizza for the Brussels Sprouts.'

"Sunday dinner just isn't the same without growth promoters"

"I remember a simpler time when the Sunday dinner tables were divided up for the adults and kids."

"I'll have the chicken or the eggs benedict—whichever of them comes first."

"They did the brunch! They did the monster brunch!"

Lady has a coffee break.

"Reading the Sunday Funnies 'religiously' does not count as worship."

'Eggs Benedict. . . Aren't we feeling 1% this morning?!'

"Hey, Gary. Lois wanted to know if you’re up for waiting forever for reheated leftovers and sipping warm mimosas intended to ease the pain of poor service amid a cacophony of idiot tourists and 20-year-olds... you know, brunch."