2007/01/10
I woke up on a random morning a little while ago and began to prepare myself some eggs - the ultimate breakfast metaphor for life - which I happen to like scrambled. I drearily prepared my delicious breakfast, adding a little bit of cream to the mixture because thats how I roll, see.
(Actually, sour cream is my true preference. I learned to add sour cream to scrambled eggs through an episode of Sopranos of all places. Try it, it really is the best thing to add.)
Anyway, when I put a dash of cream into my eggs, to my bewilderment, the son of man appeared, crucified at the center of my delicious breakfast. What could it all mean? Has he come to save me - from fat and cholesterol?
Posted by Chris Santoro on 2007/01/10 @ 23:06 | Comments (0) | EatFoo 1.0 Posts