Archive for August, 2009
Skewer us some sweet dough-oes
“It’s not what it looks like!”
I’m on my fourth hit when my girlfriend catches me in the act. Agog, she wears a towel: hardly equipped to confront the sesame-sprinkled travesty hunched at the breakfast table.
“Four bagels?” she asks, “You ate four bagels? I was only in the shower for ten minutes.”
I also wear a towel, [...]
