The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Eggs fried broken-yolked, in a hole punched in a slightly toasted slice of thick rye bread, with a little sliced early Vidalia onion and a slice of Swiss cheese melted on top, just a dab of bacon on the side: yum!
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Ego vadum perussi vestri prandium
"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."