Breakfast, served. It's National Blueberry Pancake Day! OK, I'm not American, but I can still enjoy my Mini Blueberry Buttermilk Oat Pancakes and Cheesy Salsa Scrambled Eggs. Yum.
Breakfast, served. French toast or in French, "pain perdu" which literally means "lost bread" since it's better made with day-old stale bread than fresh. And a side of... unrelenting farce.
I was walking along Queen Street West in T.O. when I spotted the world's BEST pound for pound fighter inside a shop window. Manny Pacquiao, looking
pretty ugly as ever, clad in a red hoodie underneath his $100 Nike Sportswear N98 Track Jacket. The fact that I was wearing my fave old worn-out Gap red hoodie, looking ugly poor as ever, at the time was purely coincidental. LOL. (This is a quickie post shorter than "King Rides By" song by Cat Power.)