Breakfast at the desk... again. Sweet rice, minced ginger, umeboshi, Sriracha. My employer's daughter's take on it: "You awe siwwy!" (She's 2 1/2). She likes banana yogurt for breakfast. While I could get behind that on a lazy-weekend-brunch kind of day, it's not going to cut it when I have 10 hours to knock out four cuts from scratch and I'm barely awake, even after the commute. I'm living dangerously. Give me the hot sauce.
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