My grandfather used to make brunch for the family on Sunday while we all were at church.
Your grandfather made "brunch"? Wow, he must have been ahead of his time. I never even heard the word "brunch" until I was 11. Even Marge Simpson had to have it explained to her (with a French accent): "You'll love eet. Eet's not quite breakfast, eet's not quite lunch, but you get a slice of cantelope at the end. You don't get completely what you want... but you get a good meal!"
And why the hell wasn't your grandfather at church?
Am I the only one here that actually likes EATING eggs?
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Well, we don't ALL have grandfathers, you know.