Sunday brunch in New Hampshire at the Old Salt, accompanied by the mellifluous sounds of Mr. George Blodgett on piano!
Omelet station + chocolate fountain = explosive diarrhea!
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Low-res photos of my breakfast. (Well, mostly breakfast, since it is my favorite meal. But sometimes other things.) And possibly some random commentary of an equally mundane nature. All while I try to lose some poundage on Weight Watchers.
“What good are fans? You can't eat applause for breakfast. You can't sleep with it.” --Bob Dylan
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