Sunday, October 22, 2006


We will shortly trek up the street for a Neighborhood Breakfast with ten or twelve other families. This is the fourth or fifth such breakfast, and I have always played it safe. I believe I brought lemon muffins (from scratch, ya naysayers) to the last one. But this time, I'm breaking free.


This time I'm bringing Spam fried rice.

I feel so vulnerable.

1 comment:

cornshake said...

omg. too funny. just the other day i was telling D how much i was craving spam fried rice, and he kept saying, "Spam? Wait, did you say '*Spam*'??!"