There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
but, at the end of the day, I'm gone to Carolina in my mind.
Braised chicken.
Oatmeal and a banana.
I always thought people eating oatmeal was just a convention used on television and not something that people really did. Like exposition to make characters in a show seem more mysterious. To be fair, I felt this way about granola until Bundabergdevil shared that he made his own. Presumably out of woodchips.
I’m very proatmeal.