sunday brunch

I'd heard about the infamous Sunday brunches in the Rudnick household, long before I ever moved to Walla Walla. They call them 'church' and I was ecstatic to be brought into the fold. Toni made champagne cocktails with peach slices and raspberries and bagels with lox, capers, spring onions and wafer thin slices of lemon. She then ramped up some Sheryl Crow and Paul Simon tunes, while Sam read the Sunday New York Times. Heaven. Am fully embracing the tradition.