Sunday Morning Coming Down

Nothing says Sunday quite like having The New York Times delivered (I read Frank Rich first, then the weddings in the Sunday styles section) and a lazy, full breakfast with mimosas. This morning, we made a frittata (and by we, I mean Peter).

Today's concoction included free-range eggs from Life is Good Farm, spinach from my garden, cheeses from Sweetgrass Dairy, onions, garlic, oven-roasted turkey, red potatoes and brown beech mushrooms. Talk about a welcome treat on a cold fall morning.

Don't worry. Even though Sadie looks pitiful, she got breakfast at the regular time, too.