Now that things have settled down a bit and I'm not constantly busy and confused, perhaps I can give little miss fingers of fire a break and write something myself for a change. Heck, maybe I can even get my stumpy little sausage digits to peck out something interesting and possibly relevant.
For now though, I just want to let you know what we're eating this morning and you're not (probably not. I mean it's possible. Actually, if you are eating this, email me and we'll discuss the cosmic odds).
Oh yeah. Pan fried polenta cakes wrapped in pancetta and topped with a delightfully goopy poached egg. On arugula. Can't forget the arugula.
So in summary:
I should write more. We ate breakfast. You may have eaten breakfast, but most likely not this.
And they said I'm not thourough.
L. Pants
