Tuesday, June 14, 2011

[The Benedict]

Dear Benedict,

Even though we only met once---that fateful morning in Arizona---I have been dreaming of you ever since.  Your perfect layers of poached egg, prosciutto, and hollandaise atop an English muffin makes my mouth water and stomach growl.  And those potatoes...divine.

Until we meet again, no breakfast, lunch, dinner will be quite good enough.

DG xxoo

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