ButterflyJones
Well-Known Member
If you can still recall how that fried egg tasted can you say , knowing now how long you've lived since those days, you'd not eat one today?When I was in the Air Force, stationed in Germany there was a bakery truck that sat right outside the base and they had these pastries that looked kind of like a personal pan pizza with custard where the toppings would be and half of a maraschino cherry sitting atop the center. The gal in the welding shop called them a "fried egg." All I know is I had to have one every morning! Oh, to have the arteries of a 20-year-old again. On the other hand, if I'd known I was going to live this long I'd have blah, blah, blah...
It's like I tell friends when we see some tasty confection. My hips say, noooooooo! While my taste buds shout back, ignore them!



There's an Amish store in my hometown that sells Bavarian custard in gallon size plastic bags.
That is just soooooo wrong.
Yet, affordable.