Saturday, March 10, 2012

A toasted bread with a side of Marmalade

What makes it so, ummm... eatable. I tried to wonder and ponder over the question for a while. But then I realized, I was running late for the office. So I leave the pondering for a while and go about work. Go about work. This makes it sound like work is either frolicking about in the building or something so magnanimous, rather monstrous that it drains every ounce of my strength to accomplish. It is none of that, but more about that some other time. Where were we, oh yes, the toasted bread and marmalade. I bitter thing I found it to be, but it had a charm, a taste that was unique. I think I would rather not ponder over it too much, rather just enjoy it.