On Tuesday the 10th, as I succumbed to a weird sickness which has visited me every week since January 14th—recurring every Tuesday or Wednesday—I made English muffins for the first time. They turned out…”okay”. They are much more dense than a store-bought, and I long for the large amount of pockets and crevices which make up my definition of an English muffin. But…they did the trick the next day when Canadian bacon, a fine poached egg, and some Hollandaise sauce graced them!
all the voices in my head 