I realized this morning while I was making fritters that I had chosen the one breakfast item with the most likely possibility to look just like a tumor... on the day that I am going to see the surgeon no less. The sub-conscious is a funny little thing.
~B.
Maybe this comes from being in a state where the governor is Arnold Schwarzenegger but I can't help but pronounce "tumor" "Too-MUH."
ReplyDeleteThis of course would make anybody grin. Thanks for helping me start my day with a smile. Traffic is going to be especially bad.
Dan
I wonder if anyone has done clinical trials to see if Apple Fritters can actually cure cancer.
ReplyDeleteOkay...I'm kinda' grossed out now...
ReplyDeleteBen was recounting the Biblical story where some tribe of people is afflicted with tumors, and starts making tumors out of gold in order to protect themselves...
ReplyDeleteApple fritters (not tumors) are one of Ian's favorite donuts. More bang for your buck, I guess.
ReplyDeleteI'll bet you destroyed every bit of the tumor/fritter. It is history!
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