Is when you roll over in bed and mumble sleepily, “I want a bagel.” And then your partner gets up and dressed and walks to the bagel shop (bagelry? bagelhaus?), leaving you to continue slumbering peacefully all tangled up in the blankets, and returns with your favorite bagel and cream cheese (everything with scallion, if you’re wondering).
And then you win the lottery and the lord smites all your enemies.
But mostly the bagel thing. What’s your best Sunday morning?
Thursday Night Smackdown 
I love sundays because those ass clowns putting up a W next to my bedroom (yes, next to as in I could jump out of my window and land on the 7th floor of the bain of my existence) take the day off. Today I woke up and put a 5 lbs hunk of pork in the oven to roast all day. Tacos al Pastor for dinner!
Oh this looks fabulous. I made sausage and cheese sandwiches on bagels this morning, but my bagels weren’t nearly as nice as this.
hot sex
ohhh… you meant food?
It’s when he makes the breakfast- full english all the better.
marc: can i come to your house for dinner?
claudia: it was an open-ended question.
hahaha sure!… On a more serious note I was thinking it might be fun (and tasty) to get the NYC area food bloggers together to do a “potluck” (not in the miracle whip and jello salad kind of way). Any interest?
Sun streaming through the bedroom windows. Jazz. Champagne. Morning paper. No hangover. Smoked salmon with your bagel.
Someone in said bed, would be a nice garnish too.
I love Sunday morning because everything is so quiet! We live right by the Airport and 2 major freeways, so the traffic noise is so loud! But on Sundays, there is less air and car traffic.
Mmm, how I miss real bagels. West Coasters just don’t get the whole bagel concept. (“I asked for a bagel, not a round, fat piece of stale Wonder Bread.”)
Sleeping in, waking to clean kitchen and well stocked fridge. No where to go and making waffles for me and my baby.Then just lounging on the sofa and looking at HGTV and some great old movies.
I frigging hate Sunday mornings (not nearly as much as I hate Sunday evenings) unless the following Monday is a public holiday. In which case I revel in them. Ideally I’d snooze till 8-ish, eat something buttery for breakfast, mosey to the vege market where they are magically selling pomegranates and quinces and passionfruit super-cheap, buy a vat of them and get Tim to carry them home…and then I’d come home and bake all afternoon….
Bagels would be nice though 🙂 lol @ Claudia’s response.
I want that bagel.
my best sundays are ones like today. I (we) had nothing to do, nowhere to go and I made a smashing lasagna last night with plenty of leftovers for tonight. I haven’t had a lazy one like this in a long time. 🙂
A great Sunday morning for me is when my husband says he’ll get up with the kids and let me sleep in. And he love to make breakfast, so I hardly ever have to.
mittany: i like.
cgretton: more and more people around here don’t know how to make bagels either. 75% of the time, they’re like softball sized dough puffs with holes. thank god for the other 25%
laura: sleeping in until 8? i get up at 8 on a workday! the horror.
omelets and hashbrowns just about every sunday (perhaps saturday as i am forced to work weekends). of course there is a huge pot of coffee to go along with it, and there are smoothies involved, from time to time.
then we just sit around for most of the day. maybe we’ll catch a motion picture, drink more coffee, and stop at panera bread for some broccoli cheddar soup.
Thats a mighty fine man you’ve got there.
My perfect sunday would involve whoopie (complete with morning breath), breakfast at Cyndy’s House of Pancakes, return home to drink vodka and watch movies, then husband makes blt’s for dinner. I am now depressed that sunday is a week away.
I like the extremes–either up extra early on a sunny day, out and about enjoying the quiet sunshine *or* snuggled under the covers, sleeping in late, enjoying the pitter patter of rain….
*If only* bagels existed in Italy (outside of my own oven) 😉
My perfect Sunday morning would consist of a leisurely breakfast that someone else prepares. I have to get up early on Sundays and down a weekday-style cold breakfast most of the time because I need to get right to my horses. (That’s what happens when you live in Westchester and your horses live in New Jersey.)
I love staying at B&Bs or going out to a good diner or coffee shop where I can have things like stuffed french toast with bacon or sausage (any breakfast involving bacon or sausage is almost guaranteed to be a good one). I also also love biscuits and gravy.
I’m all for Marc’s idea of a NY area potluck.
Perfect Sunday….I don’t have to let the dog out first…eggs benedict show up on the table for breakfast with the NYTimes…and there’s napping in the afternoon…
I’m petty easy: pho for breakfast and the hubz does the laundry.
My favorite Sunday morning is a big stack of pancakes with lots and lots of syrup and butter…..bacon or sausage too, tea, and no plans for the day so I can just honestly relax. I don’t think that I truly know how to do that. I will be making the breakfast but I will be in my pj’s. I wish it was the weekend already
everyone: i think we should all commit to making these things happen next sunday.
Hey! We have the same favorite bagel! Though I sometimes switch the scallion cream cheese for vegetable.
I love reading the Sunday NYTimes in bed while drinking coffee. Then going out for a breakfast of eggs and pancakes. I can’t wait til Walt goes to college and I can do that again.
michelle – i’m in
one of two ways – ful English, about half an hour after waking, washed down with as much scalding hot tea your throat can manage without taking your voice away for the next week –
or –
warm blueberry muffin with cup after cup of sweet espresso, whilst poring over the sunday papers with the sun streaming in the window.
sigh. a great time.
bagels, coffee and oj with the paper please
I’m live in downtown JC too, and am on a seemingly never-ending quest to find the best bagel. I get mine from Hoboken now, but they still aren’t the best I’ve ever had. That bagel looks *so* good. Is it from Wonder Bagel? That’s the only place within walking distance where I’ve found half-way decent ones, but I just got excited and thought maybe you could enlighten me on somewhere new to try!
anne: no shit! we are now total BFFs.
anna: the above specimen is from wonder bagel. unfortunately, it’s the exception rather than the rule. and since i have a strict policy that bagels must be within walking distance, i don’t go into hoboken or new york for ’em and wonder bagel it is. they’re very hit or miss.
mmm bagel! i like mine with cream cheese and bacon, cause well, i could have anything with bacon. 😉
There is a bistro near my house which I think makes the best Bloody Mary’s EVER. I don’t even are for Bloody Mary’s, but these things are like salads in a glass and I adore them.
My brother, who lives in San Diego, loves them as much as I do. He recently got on a plane and flew to Northern California for one day to visit me and our other sister. We had Bloody Mary’s and brunch, shopped, watched DVDS, and he flew back home.
We try to get together to do this several times a year, and it’s always my ideal Sunday morning — my siblings, who are my best friends, a Bloody Mary with a plate of breakfast food, and an entire day spent laughing.
Lazily making my way downtown for some Pho at my favorite joint served with a large Thai iced tea or coffee.
Anything that has to do with the kids leave me alone long enough to consider sleeping in.. which in this house is anywhere past 7am!