When she was younger, my daughter had a deep love of breakfast for dinner (what she still calls “brinner”), wanting to have scrambled eggs and pancakes for any and all meals.  For my part, I grew up with the expectation that eggs were only for breakfast and Easter baskets, but now that I’m older, and Sonic will make you a burrito at any time of day, I’ve changed.  Still, given my druthers, I’d like brunch, combining elements of traditional breakfast food and midday meals, especially my favorite hamburger, which comes with eggs, bacon and hash browns in the sandwich, leading to today’s food-related query…

The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) likes the portmanteau itself as much as the food, asking: Breakfast, Lunch or Brunch?


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Once upon a time, there was a young nerd from the Midwest, who loved Matter-Eater Lad and the McKenzie Brothers... If pop culture were a maze, Matthew would be the Minotaur at its center. Were it a mall, he'd be the Food Court. Were it a parking lot, he’d be the distant Cart Corral where the weird kids gather to smoke, but that’s not important right now... Matthew enjoys body surfing (so long as the bodies are fresh), writing in the third person, and dark-eyed women. Amongst his weaponry are such diverse elements as: Fear! Surprise! Ruthless efficiency! An almost fanatical devotion to pop culture! And a nice red uniform.


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