Due to technical difficulties...

that I didn't enjoy (at first) very much...
breakfast got delayed.

The potatoes are in the oven and the scrapple is started. Still to come are: bacon (and just by the way, there's a kitten in my lap. Either he's got hiccups or he's just banging his lil head on the edge of this desk. Either way, it's kinda odd...), eggs, sausage, pancakes, toast and of course, coffee. There is also OJ and iced tea. And soda.
So...breakfast for dinner. How continental.

Here's a conversation I've had in the past with Eric, regarding scrapple:

Me "Scrapple."
(Doesn't matter what I said...just that I said that word is enough...)
Him "EWWW!!!" I'd never eat that disgusting shit. I know you make it well and all, buuut...gah! It looks gross, it feels gross and ya never know what they're puttin' in it."
Him (again, 12 seconds later) "Pass me the pig feet, will ya?"

Can anyone explain that to me? How is possible mystery meat worse that putting something in yer mouth that you KNOW spent 99% of it's very existence marinating in pig shit? Pig's feet. Yeah. Pig's feet LIVE in pig SHIT. And, that's okay, but scrapple's not.
Riiiight.

Anyhoot...After I get this done...I've got a cake mix and cookie shit, so I'll have something cool to do while I wait for Paul to recover...and, boy, is he gonna have a lot to recover from. Not only has a miracle occured (Me. Mozilla. Wow.), he's babysitting multiple kiddies for his neighbor. Brave man.
So, I'll be baking whilst I was fer him to come to...

I'll be around!
Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 09:04 PM

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