What would you want your last meal to be? In the purposes of keeping this light, let's say it's your last meal before you decide to take a month-long mission trip to Outer Mongolia to study the effects of cloud cover on the moods of Mongolian cattle.
I'm going with an absolute breakfast feast. There is nothing, I repeat, NOTHING (okay a few things) I love more than a breakfast buffet. I start with eggs, which have to be scrambled until they're dry. Wet eggs make me gag. And bring on the bacon, crispy, not all wobbly. Next up is a serving of buttermilk biscuits with sausage gravy. And ultimately, since I have to have something sweet with breakfast, some fluffy pancakes with a ton of butter and syrup. And it's okay if the bacon touches the syrup, but not the eggs. NEVER THE EGGS.
I have almost the same thing for breakfast every morning. A chopped-up banana with cereal and some kind of nuts on top. It seems repetitive, but it's gotta be the same thing every morning or I'm grumpy. My banana dependency is outrageous - thankfully Drew always leaves me the last one.
So that's day 2 of NaBloPoMo. I cheated and used a prompt, but it's once again nearly midnight and I didn't think about my blog until I was about to turn my light out. I'll think about it some more tomorrow.
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