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.
Yes.
This time I'm bringing Spam fried rice.
I feel so vulnerable.
1 comment:
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*'??!"
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