I don't care for Mallomars. Yes, I have eaten myself sick on them, back in my youth, so it's not like I never have had them. They do have some kind of addicting substance to them. Maybe it is that pseudo-chocolate covering (PCC). My strategy was to freeze them. Warm Mallomars are particularly disgusting. Then bite off the marshmallow top and spit it into the trash can. I then scrap the PCC of the bottom cookie with my chipmunk teeth, then let the cookie dissolve in my mouth. Then repeat until nauseous.
I had pancakes for breakfast this morning. It went well.
On Friday, at work, I made coffee forgetting to remove the tea bag from a previous cup of, uh, tea. I just thought you would be interested.
This is how you secure a lamp in earthquake-country!
I am full of hope that the bookcase won't fall over, though!
So far today I have made the pancakes, posted these images, and finished The Lord Of Opium, by Nancy Farmer.
But it is only 10 A.M.!
It's not JUST about what I had for breakfast...
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