Well, friends, it’s been quite the day for Meal, taste-wise. Last night, we settled in for an evening of PnR and had a single Judge, Jr. apiece. This was the classiest beverage we’ve ever had together, so the occasion called for some tiny drink umbrellas that almost reached the liquid surface.
The next morning, Neal made yet another round of his now-infamous french toast before Meghan traipsed off to do stuff. Then, in a stroke of inspiration, he scrambled up the remaining French toast egg batter situation into sweetly scrambled cinnamon eggs. [See why I like him? – Meghan].