I am a creature of habit, and this is my local cafe. I like coming on the weekend for brunch, sometimes meeting a writer friend for a writing session, and I always order the same thing — a breakfast biscuit with scrambled eggs, bacon, cheese, and tomato jam, a hash brown on the side. And an iced latte or an iced mocha, always iced, always, always, always, no matter how cold it is outside.
I douse my hash brown with ketchup as I always do, and I break my biscuit sandwich to pieces with a fork, pulling out the bacon, which is thin and crispy, and snapping it into smaller pieces. I don’t typically like bacon like this, but it works in this biscuit sandwich, and they always give me a lot of bacon, which I appreciate.
I’ve been in Brooklyn for a few months now, but I haven’t yet gone to this cafe often enough to be recognized as a regular. I haven’t had enough energy most weekends until recently to want to leave my apartment, which isn’t something you’ve minded the weekends you’ve been in town — we enjoy our lazy weekends, staying in and cooking and napping whenever we want — or, really, I do the napping whenever I want, and you lie next to me, reading things on your phone, making notes for recipes you’ve been developing, replying to emails.
We eat what we want when we want, lazy meals of toast with peanut butter or Bagel Bites or rice with bacon, egg, and cheese mixed with soy sauce, sesame oil, and crushed, toasted sesame seeds. You’ve stocked my freezer with chicken fingers, and I’ve always got a bottle of ranch dressing in my fridge (hey, I grew up in California; ranch dressing is a staple; and the one from Trader Joe’s is pretty good), a bag of frozen tater tots (Trader Joe’s brand) also in my freezer, for when we want comfort food. Sometimes I cook, usually something I can make a big batch of in my Dutch oven and tell myself I’m going to pack for lunch all week (I never do). We always make coffee, sometimes in my Chemex, usually in my Bialetti on the stove. We walk around in our underwear (if that) in my sun-lit apartment, and I sometimes run the A/C even if it is winter because my apartment gets a lot of sun and the radiator is always on too high.
I wish it would fucking snow already.
When it comes to pie, Four & Twenty Blackbirds is still my number one.