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Breakfast Time Through Two Lenses

As a young child breakfast time was my favorite time of day Mommy hovered over the flaming stove as she sizzled a bundle of my favorite meals tuna, corn beef, sardines , and steamed sausages served with a side of white grits dashed with warm butter as gold as a coin I sat at the table and gobbled down the meal like a contestant in a pie eating contest! Fast forward to the present day as I matured into adulthood I no longer have the craving desire for this type of cuisine, eating grits now gives me the feeling of indigestion forcing my stomach to spew it out like lava from an erupting volcano! Now I just stick to enjoying a cup of brewing decaf coffee as hot as the desert with sprinkles of succulent sugary powder and a bowl of chicken souse seasoned in high sour lime and bird peppers as spicy as chili with light floured coconut Johnny cake!

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