I made you a sandwich.
Cuz you look a little hungry.
And it’s lunch time.
Besides, I’ve been cooking all week, and I need to find some use for this food.
So I took some bread and slathered it up with that pumpkin spread i just whizzed together (the recipe is on it’s way, I promise).
And I fried up an egg, kissed it with some parmesan cheese (because I believe in romance).
. . . layered it with those curried apples and that bacon.
(I may have stuffed some extra bacon in my mouth, realfast, but no one was around to prove it.)
And I took a step back to admire my handiwork.
What should I call this handsome little fella? He’s all sweet and spicy, oozy and crunchy.
I thought I should taste it first, just to make sure it passes muster for you. But before I could finish chewing my first bite, a sudden gust of wind came storming through my kitchen (a monsoon I tell you!) and took the sandwich away.
Such a shame. These weather currents, they’re crazy, ya know?
But a hunch, a very strong hunch (or maybe the pumpkin stuck in my teeth), tells me the sandwich, this Pumpkin McBacon, was kinda good.
