Adventures in eating

I don’t know what I was expecting when I ordered flapjacks served with yogurt, honey and fruit. Maybe I was expecting flapjacks with sides of yogurt, honey, and fruit. What I wasn’t expecting were (tepid) flapjacks smothered in strawberry yogurt, honey, and canned pineapple.

It was like the Sugarplum Fairy regurgitated all over my plate.

I feel like that episode of How I Met Your Mother where Marshall is training for the NYC marathon and Lily makes him breakfast and he blends the oatmeal, OJ, and eggs into a smoothie. He then runs to vomit.


I'm listening to:
Gui Boratto- Chromophobia