Since the boys started high school, Saturday has become a regular school day, and our weekend has shrunk to just one day: Sunday. Now, what seems a very sad and illogical thing, to me personally and also environmentally (think of the extra fuel we burn driving kids to school and heating the schoolrooms that additional day), is actually welcomed by most Italian parents and teachers, who cannot be persuaded that families, school kids and the environment need a two day break from classes. Plus, our "weekends" are additionally complicated by frequent tennis tournaments to play on Sunday.
On those very few free Sundays, though, we take it very easy. Beginning from breakfast, which is a leisurely-cooked and leisurely-enjoyed affair, at whatever o'clock we all happen to be up for - our version what Anglophones call "Sunday brunch". Except that our brunches often have a decidedly Mediterranean flavor.
Because I'm one of those poor souls who awakes at the same time every morning at around 6.30, I was beginning to feel a little hungry by 9.30 when Rebecca woke up. She was starving, too, but the boys were still deep in their teenager sleep (remember it? The sleep that starts way too late for your own good because you've reached an age when no one can impose suggest a decent a bed time to you?), so she happily snacked on a leftover Sicilian cannolo I'd made the night before, while I chopped and prepared some Ligurian moscardini octopus I'd cooked the previous day.
When the boys finally woke up, at 10.30, they decided that the American muffins I'd planned to make didn't sound quite right. Instead, they opted to make French crêpes, something they've both been working on and perfecting since that first impromptu trial day. By now they can whip up some really impressive crêpes, which never stick and are just the right thickness, earning them the flattering title of "crêpe chefs" from their little sister.
So our one-day weekend last Sunday started at 11am with a meal of octopus salad with parsley, olives and capers, and with a pile of crêpes and a jar of a nutella-like spread. Afterwards, fully energized by good sleep and a good meal, my helpful teens helped me with some Sunday garden work.