You can blame all sorts of things on priests of the auld religion, because they're not around anymore--or so we think. There are rumors some of them might have formed a goth metal choir so they can send out secret messages coded in the lyrics. For instance, the popular lyrics, 'I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want ME!' might actually refer to the ritual sacrifice of a prune. We just don't know.
I came across this while exploring the Internet, looking for others like myself who think breakfast is wasted on cereals.
Actually, I eat porridge for breakfast, although not haggis. But an occasional excursion into the dark side to join the chocolate eaters seems like a good idea to me.
Anyway, you'll find some chocolate-for-breakfast recipes on this site, including a recipe for chocolate tacos.
I invaded the Dollar store yesterday, where Halloween trinkets are already on the shelves. I purchased a foot-long, plastic model of a crow for $2. It's a beautiful thing, with nicely etched feathers, good detail on the beak and legs, and an overall appearance of cunning and sharpness.
It really looks good in the living room, but my wife made me take it into my office.
Ah well.
Caw, caw, caw!
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