The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for April 13, 2017

He’s just trying to whisk her off her feet…I wonder how that’s going to pan out…

Looks like it’s going to be half-baked. Maybe even fried.

She doesn’t need egging on ‘cos the yolk’s on him.

Oh! She’s all over him!

Well, when she figures it out, she’ll really have egg on her face.

 

Gotta watch out when you get involved with those French guys…

Some look sweet, but actually have sour dispositions.

After the first toast, they won’t part with any more dough…

They turn out to be heels, and just loaf around while you rise every day for work.

 

He can see that you’re a bit fragile, and he’ll try to milk it….

But you’re stronger than you think… so don’t crack.

I’m glad the recipe guy is no longer around because this one is rife with possibilities.

Scrambled? After all those rounds, she’s already poached.

Wait till she finds out he likes to do it sunny side up.

They’re going to put some spice in their lives – cinnamon and nutmeg.

I don’t want that recipe. I’m a fried egg and toast kind of guy.

French toast requires that they pick up milk. Does that make it a threesome?

She’ll be able to get a rise out of him.

That’s how its usually made, she’s hard boiled by now!

What? You’re leaving? After all we’ve shared?? Why, you, you, Benedict!!

And the “upper crust” is just a bunch of crumbs stuck together by their own dough.

Is he drinking boiler-makers? And four martinis for her? It’ll be more like Irish toast. No offense to the Irish.

you can tell he really cracks her up…

In France it’s called “pain perdu” – or, “lost bread”. Appropriate for a lost weekend I suppose.

I’m surprised he didn’t ask her to “come with me to the Casbah?”

I’m mad at Aunt Jemima, no more french toast from them again.