not your everyday (or every weekend) breakfast menu. the champagne brunch at wickwood inn was pretty much amazing. fresh (and local) fruit with yogurt. peach-blueberry bread pudding topped with vanilla cream sauce. country ham. lemon glazed cake. spinach, bacon and egg strata. sausage. thickly sliced homemade bread slathered in jam.
oh my spoiled taste buds.
eating these scrumptious delights outside in a private garden with a just-right summer breeze, a world of green all around and a gorgeous guy across the table . . . my idea of awesome.
how was this already a week ago?