I love Eggs Benedict. Usually (well..."usually" on the, like, once a year occasions when I'm eating breakfast a) at all, b) in a restaurant that c) is "fancy" enough to have it in the first place), I swap spinach for the Canadian bacon.
But this time, I got the salty, fatty, porky goodness.
Look out, Market...I'm gonna be a fully-caffinated, fat-sugar-and-carb driven ANIMAL in a few minutes....!!!
(sent from my Treo)