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A ha! That breakfast scene also struck a chord with someone besides me. I recently saw the movie again and she's eating the eggy in the hole with bacon slices.

Sunday is laundry and prep for the week. Maybe I'll make a pot of something that I can take for a few lunches throughout the week. Today it's going to be ratatouille; I got all the ingredients in my CSA box this week. I might make a peach tart, too, with the peaches that came home from the market kind of squished yesterday. I put off the housework yesterday, so it falls to today. Later on, a friend is coming up from San Jose, and we're going to a punk show tonight.

Sundays are a good lazy day.

One of my good friends is a perpetual early riser and type A personality, and for a while we went charging out for early morning dog walks on Sundays until I just couldn't handle it any more.

Sunday mornings at our house are more for sleeping in, NPR, phone calls to family, a big Mexican breakfast (eggs, beans, pico de gallo, cheese, lime, on whole-wheat tortillas, with a side of fried potatoes or sausage) and a big, big pot of slow-brewed coffee in the Chemex.

Sundays mean creative breakfasts while the kids put on the nicest clothes they can find to wear to church. It does not take long to get ready and we get up at about the same time everyday, so the schedule is more relaxed that on weekdays. Lunch after church with friends every week (our favorite part of church), and then a lazy afternoon of naps and food creation. Sometimes we finish weekend projects.

Lazy Sundays in bed are a thing of the past once kids arrive on the scene. Now Sundays are lazy in a different way. In winter, Sundays are often pajamas all day days. In Summer, Sunday morning often means a scoot to the bakery before they run out of bread and then a morning of lolling about before making some yummy brunch food.

We sleep as long as possible and the phone ringing is our wake up call. Always family. They forget how lazy we are on Sundays. Bagels, smoked salmon, great coffee, the paper, all in bed watching political talking heads. No house work except for making the bed, even if it's late in the day.

Mm, Sunday is "sleep in no later than 8" day, so that I don't completely hate myself on Monday. But once I'm up, I usually curl up on the couch under a blanket and maybe a cat and check the news online, read Sunday Secrets and chat with any of my friends who are up that early. Sometimes I make breakfast; scrambled eggs over stick rice with ketchup and cheddar or maybe pancakes with peanut butter and maple syrup. Sometimes breakfast is a diet coke (bad habit, I know. I just don't care that much) and a bit of whatevers in the fridge or freezer that sounds good. Sometimes breakfast is lunch somewhere with friends.

I might do some housework or laundry or just chat on the phone with my folks. Occasionally I even just read all day.

When I was a little girl, a "toad in the hole" was one of my first cooking adventures. We used a biscuit cutter to make a perfectly round hole for the spongy egg to pop out of. I don't think my mom made this recipe and its name up -- though I may have started making it right around the time Moonstruck was in theatres...

I have heard "toad in the hole" before, also "eggy in a basket" and the somewhat inelegant "egg in a hole." They make some in V for Vendetta, too, while we're on the movie references.

The egg cooked in a piece of bread with a hole in it greatly pre-dates "Moonstruck". It's an old camping favorite (if nothing else). It allowed campers to toast bread without a toaster and to prepare breakfast in smaller cookware than they have at home. When I was a kid (dragged unwillingly off to camp), it was called a "bullseye".