Yesterday was Robert Burns's 250th Birthday, cause for much celebration.
Schultzy's, my favorite "Ave restaurant" did a Burns's Night party but I couldn't go because I was in Canada. They served Scotch Eggs (hard boiled eggs, shelled, coated in sausage & deep fried. MMMMMMmmmm). The owner had told me about the party and I told him I wasn't going to be able to make it.
He saved me two eggs. Isn't he nice?
I'm now on the outside of one of them. The other is sitting in a to-go box, calling my name.
I wonder if the statins are up to this challenge? Maybe I should whip up some mayo to go on it?
Schultzy's, my favorite "Ave restaurant" did a Burns's Night party but I couldn't go because I was in Canada. They served Scotch Eggs (hard boiled eggs, shelled, coated in sausage & deep fried. MMMMMMmmmm). The owner had told me about the party and I told him I wasn't going to be able to make it.
He saved me two eggs. Isn't he nice?
I'm now on the outside of one of them. The other is sitting in a to-go box, calling my name.
I wonder if the statins are up to this challenge? Maybe I should whip up some mayo to go on it?
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The Baconator wants to know...
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ah, christ. how did *i* not find out about this?
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