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I wonder if I'd lose my security deposit if I started preparing toast over an open flame... Please tell me that "reed bird" is what they called peanut butter in the 19th century.

Now I want French... err, Breakfast Toast...

yum, Breakfast Toast. Nom Nom Nom. They totally forgot the syrup and powdered sugar!

You had me right up until the Reed Birds on Toast. Not hungry now. haha I have to point out that the way it's written makes me envision a whole little bird sitting on a piece of toast. It doesn't say anything about cutting the bird up. lol

'had not been too long killed'...ya know, these people fit in their corsets because they had NO appetite...geez...and where did they keep these reed birds? no fridge, no freezer...and you had to clean them first...ick, ick, ick..and their little feet..their little crispy feet...oatmeal? yes please!

Oatmeal is my daily breakfast too - plus 1 Tbsp peanut butter, 1 tsp. brown sugar, and 1 tsp. chocolate chips. So good, and technically healthy. :-)

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