By Day I’m an Omelet Chef, But By Night, I’m an Omelet Chef at Another Place.

Once I stayed the night with a friend and during an obscure conversation she explained to me how she insists on cooking eggs until they are slightly brown (which I believe to be a sin against all things edible)

That morning I awoke to great hunger...and of course, to my friend stating she would be making omelets for breakfast.  In my panic, I made up a ridiculous excuse as to why I couldn't consume eggs (for fear of being served a slightly browned omelet)  and I sat at the kitchen table and ate a tomato for breakfast.

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I couldn't wait til Easter...

hey guys, I don't think that's really the Food Network...

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Hollywood, West Virginia

Sometimes you just need to be in the mountains and partake of the earth...

Photo by Emphatic Reprieve Photography

"With every bite, my memory of him grew stronger..."

The Cannibal of Rotenburg

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