"Now, I'd like two eggs, over hard. I know, don't tell me; it's hard on the arteries, but old habits die hard — just about as hard as I want those eggs. Bacon, super-crispy. Almost burned. Cremated. That's great."
{Image courtesy pulkes.org}
The Large Print Giveth and the Small Print Taketh Away
{Writing about food, photography, stuff and junk from Peekskill, NY}