I'm a hardcore breakfast fan. Pancakes, eggs, toast, bacon... If that is presented to me on a Sunday morning on a tray with fresh squeezed orange juice and a rosebud, all the better. But this morning I decided to embrace a more egalitarian tradition of dining: brunch. I tossed baby arugula with crispy bits of port wine reduced chorizo, grilled shrimp, sliced hardboiled quail eggs with a lemon parsley dijon vinaigrette. It didn't taste like pancakes, and I wasn't wearing pajamas, but it tasted pretty good all the same.
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