Unbelievably Tasty Brunch: The Comet

hey internet.

how's it going?

oh me? just fine, totally fine.

just stopping by to say hey,

ya know,

and mention the most amazing, unbelievably tasty brunch i've ever had.

i'm not gonna lie;

i've pretty high standards for breakfast/brunch.

my parents make pretty excellent breakfast

and made it my entire life

at home

from scratch.

hooooommmmmeeeemmmaaaddde.

and so i love breakfast!

i try it everywhere!

but i never

died and went to heaven

until i had brunch at The Comet.

now, i use commonly,

what i like to call "exceptionally pleased language."

meaning, i'm fairly liberal with my "amazings," and "totally unbelievables," and "ohmygod this is freaking incredibles!"

which, although i do actually select such language for an appropriate combination of my commentary on reality and my experience of reality,

it does sometimes leave me at a loss.

like now, when i want to tell you about how incredible this breakfast is.

i almost can't.

but, of course, i can.

and the "can" of it becomes impossibly simple.

The Comet's brunch (where i've had a frittata, pumpkin french toast {which is actually a freaking custard delight, and aaron and i both wished we had gotten an extra one for the night,} and aaron has twice had a "hot mess" and probably eight thousand other things since he's been there so often,)....

The Comet's brunch is satisfying.

Very simply, satisfying, to the highest extent of the word.

During and after I've had my breakfast at The Comet, I want for nothing. My life is peaceful, content, and full of possibilities.

I know you could use this experience; I'm certain nobody could ever have too much of this calm.

So please, if you know what's good for you

and by "what's good for you,"

i actually mean, "think it's fun to take my advice."

go eat brunch on sundays at The Comet.

You are not going to regret it.

and you will forever think fondly of your time spent there.

i promise. <3

"i'm so creepy! ah ah ahhh!"

porcelain

i will admit that babies are effective.

effectively, when you see a real baby with a real head that is attached, you usually ooh and ahh. coo, a little bit, if you will.

on the flip side, effectively, if you see a baby head with pumpkin mellocreme in in, you're gonna go UGH and then maybe think it's kind of awesome in a skinhead-punk-goth sort of way.

i would NEVER have this in my house.

except maybe on special occasions.

probably just to freak myself out.

the thrill of this baby head is so worth it!

(also - i apologize to my mom who will not think this is amusing. sorry, mom)

i decided my blog has been too boring recently

and that i wanted something rad on it.

and then.

i thought

about candy corn.

BOOM!



i wanted to know how it was made.

i discovered this:

"Candy corn has been around for more than a century. George Renninger of the Wunderlee Candy Company invented it in the 1880s. It was originally very popular among farmers and its look was revolutionary for the candy industry. The Goelitz Candy Company started making candy corn in 1900 and still makes it today, although the name has changed to the Jelly Belly Candy Company." source

i also discovered that candy corn's recipe has not changed sinced it originated,

(which could be kind of gross, but mostly i think it's kind of awesome.)

and also that it is, in fact, FAT FREE.

let's not go crazy here, though. be real. if you're gonna eat candy corn (and i am) you're eating

sugar, water, corn syrup, fondant, and marshmallow.

and if you're eating those mellowcreme pumpkins?

toss in some honey.

and then i found this!

homemade candy corn!

from cakespy

she's got a great recipe and everything.

soo, that's that.

that's pretty rad!