If you were as lucky as me, you may have spent a portion of your early adulthood meeting with a company of friends on a sunday morning for brunch, television and bong hits. In my world such a happening was a moveable feast, I think a total of four or five venues were involved. To this day I fondly remember the tradition.

On this Sunday, early in the year, with a pound of sausage, some bacon (thick sliced), and some biscuits, I hope to convey the lovely that is W&B.

Got a buddy on the couch and feel the need to feed.

Heat meet pan, meat follows heat!
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