Whatever it is, I pick runny yolks.
Which produces the most ridiculously perfectly circular poached eggs that smile at you.
Bacon and eggs--classic, oh so good, oh so bad.
To continue with the egg theme: innocuous-looking French toast ...
... but do not be deceived! They are actually the teeniest little cheese-stuffed pumpernickel French toasts, even smaller than your palm! Or mine, at least.
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Goodbyes are the most painful.
When and how and why?
If or maybe or never?
It hurts.