It always happens this way. Brunch with a few girlfriends, just french toast and mimosas, turns into a feast with custard, pancakes, rosti, eggs and more. Everything sounds like a reasonably small addition to the table, but all together, we see that we went all out–as usual. Deep down, we always know we’re going to, because what we’re really doing, aside from stuffing our faces, is celebrating being all together.