Feast, vegetarian brunch edition

Jenn and Atyya, two of my favorite people from grad school, came over for brunch this weekend and I wanted to make some really good food, a meal to test out my tiny kitchen. It's the first time I've lived alone in five years and I like having my own little space to share with just one little dog.***

So, what did I do to celebrate living in my new space and reuniting with my DC-area friends? I made waffles. And pumpkin oatmeal. And chipotle cheddar scrambled eggs with bell peppers and onions.

Yeah, it was a lot of food for just three people, especially since we weren't also planning on going into winter hibernation directly after eating. BUT. I wanted to put my kitchen through its paces and I like having leftover waffles that I can freeze and eat during the week. The leftover oatmeal got stored in little containers and will be toted to work for a few delicious breakfasts this week. There were no scrambled eggs left.

The waffles were not just any waffles. They were yeasted waffles. Waffles that fermented! Waffles whose batter smelled suspiciously like beer and had to sit out on the counter overnight! Crazy waffles. Crazy DELICIOUS waffles. The BEST WAFFLES I'VE EVER EATEN.

In addition to the waffles, I conceded to the season and made pumpkin oatmeal. This is one of the very few pumpkin dishes that I can eat and actually enjoy. I think it's because the steel-cut oats make the pumpkin texturally interesting. 

Finally, for something salty, I made chipotle cheddar scrambled eggs with bell peppers and onions. It was an excellent accompaniment.

We ate and talked and ate and talked some more. It's surprising how much catching up there is to do after only a few months. We were stuffed. Filled to bursting. Ready to fall away into blissful food comas. Brunch, y'all. It's what's up.


***Speaking of the little dog:

Buster is currently living it up with my parents, while I settle into my new place and get a routine going.
I am told he is enjoying the occasional scrambled egg for breakfast and chicken or beef for dinner.
Dog food? Yeah, my mom doesn't think it's nourishing enough on its own. DON'T GET ME STARTED. 

Look at this spoiled little mug. He sneaks onto the bed and uses my mom's pillows!
And he has the nerve to look annoyed that the camera woke him up.

He will be back with me soon enough though. A time of little doggy reckoning.