I made bread for a recent dinner. It was hot and I baked it in my grill which while effective requires a lot of attention. The temperature swings wildly and I was constantly having to adjust the damn deal. But it worked. The meal was fine and I was left with about a quarter of the loaf which came in real handy-like when I was gonna have breakfast. Well, more like, uh, brunch? Minus the bottomless mimosa.
I don’t usually eat breakfast and often skip lunch but when I’m hungry I eat.
Eggs and toast. Horse and carriage. Love and marriage. Donald Trump and prison. Things that just go hand in hand.
The only downside was getting the butter smell off my mustache. I just hate that.
