Breakfast With Irene

Buttery scrambled eggs with lots of bacon.


Hooray for gas stoves.

7 Responses to “Breakfast With Irene”

  1. Suzette says:

    The rain, Bingley – it’s wearing me down.

  2. Mr. Bingley says:

    It just doesn’t stop, does it dear?

    Both Lowe’s and Home Depot are sold out of gopher wood…and all these animals are starting to show up in pairs at my doorstep. Very curious.

  3. Yojimbo says:

    Maybe they like the smell of….bacon.

  4. Bill N says:

    The blueprints for my new boat are measured in cubits.

    What the hell is a cubit?

  5. JeffS says:

    No Claude photos? Jeez! I’ll bet you starved the poor creature all the while Irene was dancing.

  6. Winston Smith says:

    Why are your scrambled eggs white, Mr Bingley? Is that like your white cheese thing – something cultural?

  7. Mr. Bingley says:

    I think the rather poor light makes them look whiter than they are, Winston. They are (well, were, actually) the proper shade of yellow. Well, strike that, come to think of it they were a shade whiter than usual, as I splashed in some milk when I mixed them up!

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