I’ve been eating like a king all week. A King I tell ya.
But this makes my heart go all a-flutter.
(Probably because there is a piece of bacon stuck in my aorta.)
I like to tease Big Jonny about how I can get a really awesome schitzel with country potatoes that would feed an Ethiopian family of 7 for at LEAST a week. He keeps commenting about it, and I keep linking to the pics Steen made while she was here.
Last night I texted Sara about her wishes for dinner. Her reply? “Something greasy.”
Off to the store I joyously skipped, thinking of grease, pork and fries. And beer, or course.
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