When it comes to breakfast, I am an internationalist of the Very Worst Sort. I'm thinkin' longing thoughts about French blueberry preserves and (U.S.-made, ooooo they're insidious) European-style butter slathered on nicely toasted Vermont bread,* too.
(BTW, Land'O'Lakes does a fine Eurostyle butter. Oh, my heart belongs to Kerrygold, but my head and my pocketbook are thinkin' the home team is giving them quite a run. And it's more widely available. Try it -- it'll ruin you for the usual kind)
* "Remember when the euphemism was in a drafty little wasp-infested Chick Sale out back? When women weren't allowed to drive or vote? When swarthy folk had to keep to the gutter? Quaint Bread Company does! Man, back then a lot of things just plain sucked!"
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