Meeting in the middle of the morning that prevents me from seeing my sons today (but I do get to see them tonight).) So I thought I deserved to treat myself to breakfast.
My dear reader, when will I learn?
It wasn't bad, but it wasn't as good as I can make. This goes without saying, and not because I am unusually talented but rather, well, an adult. More irritating is that I paid a premium for something that wasn't very healthy, in spite of my best efforts.
But there wasn't going to be any treat that was going to make up for not eating in my own kitchen, and that is probably the real problem.
Deb in the City (no, seriously, I insist)
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