There are occasions where I actually get more than 4 hours of sleep at one time. I call those occasions ‘Sunday’. When I get out of bed (notice I did not say ‘when I wake up’ because that is a different time altogether) and stagger into the kitchen and take something out of the fridge and put it in my mouth, I decided that this particular meal needs a name. For many people the word Brunch covers it nicely, a clever combination of Breakfast and Lunch.
But not for me.
Years of the graveyard shift and dabbling with both caffeine and occult forces resulted in a wide variation of the timing of this meal. It could be 4AM or 4PM. And the foodstuffs could be anything as well: Pop Tarts, cold pizza, or three-day old Cheddar Bay Biscuits leftover from Red Lobster. Regardless, the meal is always accompanied by Diet Coke.
I created a new word for this meal, a combination of the words: Breakfast, Lunch, AND Dinner.
The word is Brunner.
Brunner describes a generic “meal” without locking down any particular time, or place, or foodtype.
If you work till 11PM and stop at SuperAmerica on the way home for one of those sausage things that your dog wouldn’t eat, are you going out for Breakfast? Lunch? Dinner? No, you are going out for Brunner.
What do you call waffles at 7:30PM? Brunner.
When you make a PBJ in the middle of the night and haul it back to bed, then discover that what you thought was a misshapen piece of bread was actually an old, flattened Cat Toy? Brunner. Bad Brunner, but Brunner nonetheless.
I wasn’t able to fit any part of the word ‘snack’ in there, but Brunner should also be assumed to cover ‘Midnight Snack’ without much problem.