"Nothing helps scenery like ham and eggs." ~ Mark Twain
Who me? Talk about politics?
I’d rather eat liver.
But there’s no escaping it. I tried to buy some bacon the other day, and the checkout girl asked if I had foreign policy experience. Okay, not really, but I’ve inhaled so much political hot air that sometimes I feel like I’m going to explode.
Oinkety oink oink!
What a tough campaign — people are apt to say anything just to get elected. Spin on top of spin can make a body ravenous for some meaningful sustenance. That’s why today I’m serving up some ham ham ham.
Whether you like your eggs on the left or right side of your plate, or are desperately trying to find a good spot in the middle, it’s wise to chew slowly, so you don’t choke on all the rhetoric.
Just remember: if all else fails, vote for Porky!
by Denise Duhamel and Maureen Seaton
I can promise you this: food in the White House
will change! No more granola, only fried eggs
flipped the way we like them. And ham ham ham!
Americans need ham! Nothing airy like debate for me!
Pigs will become the new symbol of glee,
displacing smiley faces and "Have a Nice Day."
(Rest is here.)
The lovely Tricia, of The Miss Rumphius Effect, is our Poetry Friday hostess today. I wonder if she has any mustard to go with all this ham?
If you’d like to see what the next president of the United States recently had for breakfast, watch this. He’s been my choice from the beginning, and I sincerely hope you vote for him, too. Bring on the debates!