My friend Emily woke me up extra early this morning, and plans for cookies turned into making breakfast for Grandoria (our house) in the A.M. After drooling over multiple recipies at La Tartine Gourmande and Epicurious, we settled on this:


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Imagine I am a fish.

I'm not just any fish. There had to be a catch, right? OK, imagine I'm silvery with a green hew. Let's start over.

Imagine I am a fish. (This time you know)
Not just any fish, mind you. I'm a fish that breaths bubbles of my thoughts every time I think. That means I forget them really quick.

( I Guess I'm a Goldfish )