Brunch is a verb; you don’t go to brunch, you DO brunch. And nobody does brunch better than my family. We may workout like fools, but damn do we know how to eat — especially if it’s a holiday or birthday. For Easter this year my parents and I drove to the Ritz Carlton in Laguna Niguel and indulged in the hotel’s Easter brunch buffet: no time limit, bottomless mimosas (in my case, champagne), and food everywhere. Indulgence never looked so tasty.