After I dropped Jane and Erica off at SeaTac airport this morning (they're flying back to Indiana to take Hazel to visit Jane's family), I made a dash for the IHOP at Smokey Point.
Before they were even on the airplane, I had my order in. Yes, that is my very own plate of cream cheese stuffed cinnamon french toast, topped with strawberry compote and whipped cream.
But wait! There's more!
It's only a part of this nutritious lo-calorie breakfast:
Courtney was right - it does not disappoint.
The call of the wild is quiet once more. For a while.
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About once a year Carol and I get a "dirty bird" (KFC) craving and indulge it.
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