As I was laying in bed, I heard a drum beat. That beat was from Karate Kid 2, the sticks they spin in between their hands, and make old hip hop drums. I looked over at my lover, and she lay asleep. Listening to tranquil sound of Daniel son getting his ass kicked. I was hungry. I knew she would share the sensation. It was 11am, and I wanted to make her breakfast. I hate breakfast food. I love her though. But I wanted her to experience a breakfast. Lord why have you laid such a burden on me! Why do you toy with me?! Then it hit me. I must make the first McMuffin with my new cookie cutters. The plan is dangerous, but I believe I will be the first. I’m too fragile to google it, so I decided to assume I am the first. I will cut tofu with a large circle, and cut a smaller circle inside. I will cook them separate, and the middle shall be cooked in turmeric. It will look amazing. I could only find faux sausage. My heart was set on some fake ham, but I was not so fortunate. I cooked the fake sausage in garlic powder, onion powder, salt & pepper, and veg Worcestershire. I then laid some toffuti cheddar cheese squares over them. The English muffins were toasted and buttered, and the creation was complete with some hash browns. *Que “you’re the best around”
Kind of hard to see the “yolk” effect, but the lighting was a little bad.