After last night’s hen party, I felt a bit peckish. I scrambled for something to eat, and found a single egg laying in the carton. Before the rancid yolk hit the sizzling surface, I cringed from the foul smell. Turns out, my simple task wasn’t going to be over easy.
About this post: I am creating something everyday this month. For Day 9, I fear I may have ran a foul of the writing prompt: “What is your favorite weekend breakfast and why? Tell us a bit about the memories you have associate with it. And maybe share a recipe if you have one?” courtesy of Lis of the NaBloPoMo Revival group.
I confess this was not my favorite breakfast. But I just spent the day trading bad puns with good friends, poaching their ideas. Now, I fear I will have to eat crow.
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