That was the slogan on a T-shirt that Burt used to have a long, long time ago. Burt likes Elvis; I don't. I credit that to one time when I was about 9 or so, and Elvis was on TV, singing live, and dressed in a white pantsuit, fat (by those days' standards), sweating like all get out, and just totally grossed me out. Grossed me out so much that I couldn't stand him or anything to do with him. What a shame. Whenever I hear him, even now, the first thing in my mind is my revulsion.
Suspicious Minds is the only song that can rise above.
But good ol' Elvis has staying power. Cool Guy likes a lot of his music, and we all like his peanut butter/banana combo, the star of today's breakfast, which we dub
Elvis Bagels. That's right, toasted whole wheat bagels smeared while warm with peanut butter (or, better yet,
toasted in the toaster oven with the pb right on) and then topped with sliced bananas. Burt and I like it just as much as the boys. Add a tall glass of milk, and you've got a wonderful start to the day.
No recipe necessary.
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