Fresh buttery croissant (from a Hungary bakery - go figure - but they make a nice one*) sliced open with a sunny side up egg slid onto one half, then I put the other half over, broke the yoke, let it get absorbed and had an outstanding buttery, "yokey" breakfast during which I could actually feel the blood in my arteries start to flow slower as the artery's circumference shrank from the fat deposits.
*Some of the best pizza in NYC is made by Mexican and Latin American immigrants - it's all one great mixup in this city.
As part of our girls' recommended hearty breakfast (owing to a school trip to see a play necessitating a later lunch for them), french toast with REAL maple syrup, baked beans and, yes, coffee...
A big piece of Entenmann's fruitcake that I bought at Christmas and that has an expiration date of June.
It is only marginally drier than the one I bought at the same time and ate back in December (when normal people eat fruitcake). It is an odd feeling to be eating fruitcake in April - it feels like the weather, season and time of year are out of kilter.
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