OK so it’s now actually Sunday night, and the brunch is long past. But hey, iPhoto needed time to develop the picture. And I needed a nap. But that begs a very important question:
What Does a Sleepy Sunday Brunch Theme Have to Do with Athletes?!
Let’s face it, for most triathletes, Sunday means a morning swim and then a long bike ride. Sleepy Sunday? Yeah, if you mean the two hour afternoon nap on the couch. But I was inspired by the theme anyway. My usual breakfast is oatmeal or a baked sweet potato. But sometimes I like more savory fare, and I have had a couple recipes on the kitchen radar. And, there is a time and a place for everything, even a decadent Sunday brunch.
Imagine, if you will, a race weekend
Friday night you eat a light dinner and recheck your equipment sixteen times. No matter, you will still forget the sunscreen, or some other little detail. You go to bed early, but you don’t sleep. You toss and turn and run one thousand different race scenarios through your mind. You get up super early Saturday morning and drive to the race venue worrying about parking, timing, and water bottles. You stand in line, get race numbers, and get ready. You warm up and try to keep your race nerves addled heart under 180 BPM. You race hard, do well, and have fun. Or, you blow up and still have fun, because it makes for a good story later. You grind down on lunch, and later on have a celebratory meal. Mexican of course, washed down with margaritas; and/or cervezas.
Now it’s Sunday morning. You hurt. You walk down the stairs backwards. because your quads are shot. Your adrenal glands are shot. You want to be shot. Welcome to the post-race blues. What do you need? A decadent brunch!
I have been wanting for ages to try Mary McDougall’s recipe for Veggies Benedict, and I finally did. Brilliant! It’s a rich dish, definitely not for everyday, but as an occasional treat, why not? High in calories and fat, but no real harm done for otherwise healthy people.
The original eggs benedict was concocted as a hangover remedy by a fin de siecle drinker named Benedict at the famous Waldorf Hotel in New York. Or so they say.
Whether or not the post-race celebration induced a hangover or not, no need for eggs to have a little luxury.
The recipe can be found here:
and in The Starch Solution.
It’s much easier than I thought. Make the cashew milk with a food processor or high speed blender, maybe even a day or two before. Maybe your devoted race crew could do this? Then simmer the strained milk with corn starch and seasonings until thickened. Toast the muffins, top with wilted spinach, tomato slices, avocado, and the cashew Hollandaise sauce.
Tasty, decadent, and DONE.
Spend the rest of the day in PJs, unless you’re brave enough to tackle the foam roller. Ouch!