WHAT I ASKED MYSELF SEPTEMBER 6TH AT 7:31 AM
Looking for an answer, I poke the careful fire between three rocks that hold the skillet that in turn holds breakfast for me by the lakeside in the woods. What was the question? I fish out from the frying pan a hot hot strip of lovely bacon, juggle it till cool enough to hold and bite. Oh, that. I... Sign in to see full entry.