For most of our lives, mealtimes have been dictated to us. We eat a specific range of foods served at specific time slots precisely three times a day. If the right kind of food isn't available to us at the right time, we cry until it is. For the anxious, angsty young adults that we are, brunch is our chance to break the rules. It gives us permission to throw away the mundane routine of our nine-till-seven workdays by eating breakfast at three in the afternoon without apology, drinking during the day without judgement, and turning a simple meal into a long, drawn out affair without regard to real life responsibilities. We are adults now, we are saying, we do what we want, when we want, and if that means enjoying perfect scrambled eggs with a side of rye bread a little later than normal, then we're going to do it.
In contrast, for some, it seems brunch represents a return to innocence and an escape from adulthood. It's a special time to nourish an inner child who has been repeatedly neglected, discouraged, and beaten down by societal expectations and norms. Brunch can act as a time portal of sorts, both in its ability to return us to simpler times, as well as being effective in blurring our own perception of time passing. The comforting tastes of the foods we enjoyed as children unleash our purest self, allowing it to come out and eat, drink, and play freely. In short, at brunch, one returns to an uninhabited state of wonder. For others of course, its a much simpler equation with brunch adding up to great food, good friends, and an excuse for daytime drinking.
In order to decide which theory works best for you, why not call some friends, sit, and take a few hours to digest?
Adapted from Cereal Magazine
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