this morning me and my fiancé left the sketchbook and went to Another Broken Egg Cafe like functioning humans.
one of us was on the phone the whole time. the other one was on grits duty. both jobs are important. rawr xD
crab cake benedict. the knife is decorative. i used a fork like a coward.
we ordered:
- ♥ crab cake eggs benedict — two little towers of “i woke up for this.” english muffin, crab cake, poached eggs, cheese sauce, paprika, green onion. it looked like a pixel that learned how to melt.
- ♥ the omelet i forgot the name of — folded, cheesy, tomatoes + green onion on top. if it had a menu name it escaped. the omelet itself did not escape. we ate it.
- ♥ cheese grits — the real main character. two bowls. we are not sharing people when grits are involved.
- ♥ coffee for the responsible adult. iced drink for the other one. i will not identify who is who.
the omelet with no name. the grits with a fan club.
the wall said delicious is always in season. the grits agreed.
the other wall said you can’t buy happiness but you can buy brunch. correct. we bought brunch. happiness came with the cheese on the grits.
he is on the phone. i am protecting the grits. teamwork.
proof we left the house.
anyway. this is my proof that beybe-babe.com is run by a person who sometimes touches grass. and crab cakes.
come back later. there will be pixels. right now there are leftovers in my soul.
♡ rose