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This is a very suitable open air cafe where guests include hungry sparrows, chickens, and lizards.
Quite by accident on the first morning I was served rye toast. In my southern drawl she mistook my white toast for rye toast. Southerners always over emphasize "i" so I can see how the mistake was made.
Rather than make an issue (I had a dive boat to catch) I decided to try the toast.
Add rye toast to the things I hated as a child but love in old age, along with pickled beats, cooked spinach, and broccoli.
I just had rye toast and a sliced banana just this morning, an unheard of wReggie breakfast 10 years ago.
2 comments:
I have never had a good experience with rye bread...
Rye bread...ham...baby Swiss...
somebody STOP me!!!
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