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Copper Cellar. MMMM-hhhmmmmm. Lorie is the reason for this new destination brunch spot of mine. And it is GLORIOUS. I don’t know how I’ve gone all these years and this place has never come up on my radar. I think the last time I went was 1998. And it was for supper, not brunch. Knoxville may have not even caught on to the whole brunch theme back then. After all, we are the scruffy little city. Anyway. Copper Cellar is a fixture on Kingston Pike. They’ve been there forever, and for good reason. I can’t find a single thing i don’t like about the place. The booths are comfortable, the dining area is cozy, the waiters are all friendly. I like the ambiance in general. It’s usually groups out for something special. For brunch, which i have now enjoyed twice in a month, they offer the following (and I’m sure much more that I never even saw) Belgian waffles with all the fixin’s Fruit Sausage Biscuits Gravy Eggs Sausage links Hash browns Fried potato cakes Spinach mac & cheese (heavenly, and I detest mac & cheese) Omelets to order Sweet potato bites Fried chicken tenders Fajita chicken Chips, guac, salsa, pico, sour cream, black beans Spinach maria Green beans Hash brown casserole Shrimp creole Rice Salad I think I saw lasagna yesterday Some other kind of chicken. Cheesecake Cookies, doughnuts, mini eclairs, all…
I can get enough to eat. I’ve never gone hungry. I might not be able to eat quail and creme brulee every day, but I’ve always got meat and taters. Food is obviously very important to me. It’s also a way I show love. I feel so homey when hosting a dinner party, and I love to be in my kitchen, especially now that I’ve updated the flooring and fridge. It seems like no matter the company, that’s where we gather. The kitchen really is the heart of the home. I cannot stand to think of people or pets going hungry. That’s why nearly every dog or horse I’ve ever owned has been pleasantly plump. Of course, LB passed plump about three years ago…. I miss cooking every day. I can’t hardly stomach leftovers more than once and not everything freezes well. And when I do freeze it, I never think far enough to label it, so I’ve often thawed vegetable soup thinking it was chicken taco soup…or, like last week, chili. That’s always disappointing. And I can’t eat cornbread fast enough to warrant making a whole pan, so now I’ve been without it for some time. I’ve thought about volunteering at the local food ministry, but I have mixed feelings about that. I know that certain programs are misappropriated, and…
