Hopefully that's some blood sausage under the ham and the only thing we're missing is some fried tomato to add a festive pretense of cardiac value to this nutritional hell.
The Rockhouse is really not sure of the nature of the white goo but it doesn't look like grits which are at least marginally healthy.
And just look at all that lovely butter.
Ed: at least it's not some poison butter substitute
Yah, that stuff is evil but I still wouldn't be looking for a prize from Martha Stewart for this layout. After eating a breakfast like this, I would be clearing my schedule for, well, forever.
Imagine my surprise when you reach for the Metamucil but you'll need a Roto Rooter to clear your guttywuts after eating this shit. It goes in but it don' come back out.
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