Blog #16: Pancakes and Having Hair in my Food Confession

I am having breakfast for dinner.  Actually, the reason why I'm having breakfast for dinner is because I'm trying to finish all of my leftovers before it goes bad. I know, I know, I can eat it in the morning, but I just don't have time - I like to get up, get ready, and head out the door. Yup.

Also, I think those restaurants who made Breakfast Served All Day Long are freakin geniuses. You're on my A list all the time.

Now this takes me to my next topic. Finding a piece of hair on my food.  I can't fake it any longer, I'm not that disgusted when I see hair in my food!  I acted like that for years in public because I thought it was the social norm, but seriously, I can cut around it.  I really can. Whew, there was my confession. Sigh, yes folks:

My name is Tawn, and I'm not disgusted with hair in my food.

Don't get me wrong, please don't start giving me your food entree that you found hair in - I don't accept that kind of donation. I'm simply saying that it's not such a big deal.  Just return the food, and get another plate, or remove the hair, cut around it, and eat it.

That's all man. No need to be dramatic.