Ernest Hemingway once wrote that “Paris is a moveable feast.” I think he might have meant “transportable,” because a moveable feast changes dates but not location, whereas a transportable feast goes wherever you do. But what do I know?
Holidays, like Easter or Passover, that move around the calendar are known as “moveable feasts.” But I would argue that any occasion that kicks off brunch season — whether it’s Mother’s Day or the first sunny Sunday after months of rain — is the ultimate moveable feast.