the face she made when she saw the sausage on the counter
when I suggested brunch-at-home menu: bread, scrambled eggs with sausage
she kindly rejected sausages - those veggies sausages that she was unfamiliar with
"you wouldn't know if you don't try"
I left to get the bread
when I came back, she picked up the glasses and was reading the labeling of the package.
She accepted the sausage on the menu.
Eventually, she ate the sausage, and shared with me that she's not a big fan of sausages anyways.
He got this sausage bun from the bakery on Stockton. It became one of his favorite bakeries, and his favorite sausage bun.
He asked me to help him get the bun. There wasn't any sausage buns left. Those were super subordinary buns.
I have always seen the bun in different bakeries growing up. Never been a big fan of sausages.
Later he shared with a friend that the bun tastes like old school lunches. To him, it's the taste of home.
Their voices are gifts of heaven
Happiness is pizza and sausages
My heart fills with joy
Still not a big fan of sausages
But now sausage
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