Solo dinner. I am surprised at how given the chance at any food, I always revert back to the comfort of spaghetti when I'm home alone. The chosen meal of my solo youth. The pasta connection is very common with women but it also runs so deep with me as it was the only food I could make for years and did so for emotional repose. Somehow it had the power to replace hugs, encouragement, assurance or any other nurturing affections.
For breakfast I got a down with tradition again with these hash browns, bacon and fried eggs. Made to order scrambled for the ramblin' man.
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