Cheese grits with jalapeño, bacon and eggs

Chocolate milk

This is what I missed by not having milk in the house for a month and a half. 

It is one of the things that threads back through every change so that I am provided a line of continuity to earliest memory. Chocolate powder inside bendy straws. Blowing bubbles until they build up and crawl out of the glass. I regarded whoever invented that chocolified bendy straw a genius. I think they're still around, that is how profound they are. Chocolate milk is a ritual that reaffirms that I still am who I am and not become somebody else through the slow but steady and ineluctable accumulation of changes that start at the level of cell replacement. And now that I am having chocolate milk I feel human again. 

Chocolate milk, banana liqueur

I invented this!  There I was, minding my own business mixing up a glass of my customary chocolate milk when my sights landed on a bottle of banana liqueur I purchased earlier for another purpose. 

Purposes, actually. I needed some, or thought I needed some for proper bananas Foster, and I thought I could substitute banana liqueur for vanilla in my next attempt at banana cupcakes. Recall, the last attempt failed miserably. I figure it will be a good way to get more banana flavor into the cupcakes without having to rely on actual bananas. 

This must be classified as a laydeez drink. No real macho dude would ever admit to drinking one. I think I just now might have forfeited at least 50 guy-cred points for having enjoyed this so much.
* hangs head *