

“Banging in the Nails” by the Tiger Lilies
Came upon it right at the start of Lent last year and while on the surface it seems very irreverent, for me it hits hard. Taken sincerely, it’s a reminder of our culpability –my culpabilty– in the flaws of the world, the moral imperfection that made the sacrifice of Christ necessary.
E: added link to song
French toast is too bipolar to marry. Sometimes sweet, sometimes savory; sometimes heavenly, sometimes lousy and embarrassing. She French though, she knows how to fuck.
Pancakes are marry. A pancake recipe is something you spend years perfecting, growing together into a more perfect breakfast. Pancakes are always welcome. Pancakes go with everything. Pancakes will always be there for you, supporting you, making any day with them in it a good day.
Waffles? If waffles suddenly disappeared, it might be weeks, even months before anyone noticed. True believers would keep looking, but most of us would move on. I’m not saying I would kill waffles! I’m just saying, if someone did, it might be the perfect crime.