June 14th, 2009; 2:49 PM
Cheese blintz...with a fresh blueberry sauce...you have been haunting my dreams. I have been thinking of you ever since that brunch one week ago. And yet, I keep putting it off. Satisfaction. The satisfaction that can only be found by eating you once again. I delay myself until it is too late in the day for a cheese blintz to be found, except at the likes of places like I-Hop. Which is fine for french toast or waffles...but they know nothing about cheese blintzes! The first bite of a cheese blintz that I had ever had was at an I-Hop. I didn't eat my breakfast that morning. In fact I thought (wrongly) that I hated cheese blintzes for years after that. The idea of them was disgusting to me. Like consuming a crepe wrapped pocket of cheesy vomit. Oh but a real cheese blintz is so different. So delicate. And exquisite. I yearn for you my friend.
Cheese blintz...with a fresh blueberry sauce...you have been haunting my dreams. I have been thinking of you ever since that brunch one week ago. And yet, I keep putting it off. Satisfaction. The satisfaction that can only be found by eating you once again. I delay myself until it is too late in the day for a cheese blintz to be found, except at the likes of places like I-Hop. Which is fine for french toast or waffles...but they know nothing about cheese blintzes! The first bite of a cheese blintz that I had ever had was at an I-Hop. I didn't eat my breakfast that morning. In fact I thought (wrongly) that I hated cheese blintzes for years after that. The idea of them was disgusting to me. Like consuming a crepe wrapped pocket of cheesy vomit. Oh but a real cheese blintz is so different. So delicate. And exquisite. I yearn for you my friend.
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