Help! My Husband Hates Brunch
Brunching used to be my favorite hobby. Every Saturday or Sunday morning, I’d meet friends, a date or my mom to feast on poached eggs, home fries and bottomless cups of coffee. It was the highlight of my week. I loved the energized atmosphere, the lively conversation between friends and the luxury of easing into my day off with a meal that I didn’t have to prepare.
When things got serious between me and my now-husband, I imagined us spending our weekend mornings sitting across from each other at our favorite brunch spot, slurping a second cup of coffee and chatting over plates smeared with egg yolk or maple syrup: evidence of a successful brunch.
I couldn’t wait to introduce him to my favorite brunch spots, and to discover new takes on eggs benny and huevos rancheros as he took me to the best diners, cafes and bakeries in his neighborhood.
But it didn’t take long for me to learn the shocking truth about my new date: he hates brunch.
Excuse me?! Who doesn’t like brunch? I feared this revelation would mark the end of our courtship because how could two people with vastly different lifestyles possibly have a successful relationship?
He explained his distaste for brunch, and his argument boils down to this: “Why would I want to wait in line for 30 minutes to eat overpriced eggs in a crowded diner, when I can make my own breakfast at home without even having to get dressed?”
He has a point: The man can scramble a mean egg, and lining up for food does make me anxious. On the other hand, we don’t tend to make french toast with caramelized bananas at home, and let’s not forget that when you go out for brunch you don’t have to do the dishes.
All couples have their issues and our differing opinions on brunch happens to be one of ours. We’ve learned to compromise on the issue. He’s been out for brunch with me and friends a handful of times in the five years that we’ve been together, and I’ve enjoyed many weekend mornings eating homemade scrambled eggs in my PJs, poring over the crossword puzzle with my favorite person in the world.
I suppose when you put it that way, I can’t say I miss my brunching days all that much.
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