W akey, wakey, eggs and bacey. Mmmm, the thought of waking up to eggs and bacon sounds delightful. Today however, it wasn't the smell of food that woke me up. It was the clanging of pots and pans that rustled me from my slumber.
As I wearily walked into the kitchen, I saw this...
...with a bright eyed and bushy tailed Gibson sitting in the center of it all. He proudly announced that he was making us all breakfast.
And on the menu was...
- a Turkey sandwich on whole wheat bread
garnished with mustard and pickles,
served with an orange juice cocktail
featuring strawberry and chocolate syrup.
So, for the first time in our lives we ate turkey sandwiches for breakfast,
pretended to drink drank chocolate strawberry orange juice, and gave rave reviews to our chef Gibson.