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)
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* "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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Remember getting the ague and treating it with pints of morphine and hoping that razor nick didn't go septic and turn to blood poisoning? Quaint bread company does!
"Remember when...(Snip)...Man, back then a lot of things just plain sucked"
Oh, yeah.
The 'Good 'ole Days'. Funny how people get all misty-eyed and nostalgic for 'day's gone by...'...
Conveniently forgetting, er, 'selectively remembering' the disease, pestilence and ignorance of the day.
Screw the old days, I've grown quite fond of electricity and indoor plumbing and septic systems...
Mr. Jovian T-Bolt is definitely on the right wavelength. At least the Morphine will make the septic shock easier to bear. Might as well be comfy while expiring...
If America is ever popped by a rouge state's EMP bomb watching today's kids freak out when the internet goes bye-bye would be entertaining.
Come to think of it, I'll be freaking out with them.
Heh. :)
Never tried the Land-O-Lakes Euro, thanks for the advice!
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