For years now me and Magnus have had a tradition of having Sunday brunches. They are like " our thing ". Very seldom we ask other people to join us, and it's more like something we love doing just the two of us, together. I guess the tradition (if you can call it that) started when Magnus still worked as a bartender while I had normal office hours. The different working schedules meant that our shared free time was rare and Sundays were the only days that we were both at home by default. Magnus usually worked on Saturday nights and came home around 3 am so we slept late on Sundays and ate a late brunch taking our time and enjoying each others' company. Now that we both have more normal (and adult) working hours we still enjoy making the brunch on Sundays. The brunches are nothing fancy, normally just fruit and berry smoothies, fresh bread, fried eggs and coffee, but we take joy in preparing it all together having no hurry or haste anywhere. It's the one ...