years back my friend O and I began to have breakfast together on Saturday mornings. These became known as bacon breakfasts. We can’t recall why…other things are eaten, however, be that as it may, the name is fixed in time.
We had the opportunity to revist the experience this morning.
At York House.
We laughed over memories – especially of the young man that sliced up his eggs in a surgically correct way, all the white, piece by piece. Then put the whole yolk in his mouth.
I’d forgotten about that.
some people, requested their eggs turned over. This was not well met…they said they couldn’t eat them if they were not flipped…so reluctantly, O flipped them. It’s really against the BB rules.
The whole meal from prep to clean up was great fun. A yummy memory revisited.