Fried egg, sharp cheddar, and blueberry pancake sandwiches.
SPECIAL BEHIND-THE-SANDWICH INFO:
Upon the first bite of the second sandwich, half the yolk squirted out and ran down the front of my shirt.
I still put this in the “win” column.
Now I need pancakes.
Excuse me, do you guys oh shit there is a sign answering the very fucking question I was about to ask you. Holy fucking shit was that close. I was syllables away from making a literal baboon’s ass out of myself. You’ve seen a baboon’s ass, right? I almost fucking turned into that. Right here on aisle nine. My children would have been fucking wards of the state if that had happened. Jesus Hussein Christ. I need to sit down, weep for this second chance I have been given, then shake the hand of the person who made this sign and saved my life.
Hey, check this out.
Oh, what’s really going to bake your noodle later on is: Do M&M’s have staples?
This is now a food blog.