Thursday, February 16, 2012
I never really liked fried eggs, as a child growing up, I was the scrambled kind of kid. I've always attested my love of food to the mature state of my tastebuds. On the side of the sandwhich that housed the egg, I slathered on a thin coat of mayo and some hot sauce, the other side featured a poppy seed dressing. If I could describe the first bite in one word, it would have to be supersensationalOOOHWHEEEEfantastic.