Chapter Eight: Bacon, Belief, and Boiling Point
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We woke up the next morning to pots clanging and someone yelling about “the urgency of eggs.”
Turns out…
We were on breakfast crew.
The three of us — me, Paul, and James — shuffled into the kitchen half-asleep, hair wild, socks sliding on the tile, and grabbed our aprons like it was a punishment detail. But weirdly, it felt like a privilege.
We woke up the next morning to pots clanging and someone yelling about “the urgency of eggs.”
Turns out…
We were on breakfast crew.
The three of us — me, Paul, and James — shuffled into the kitchen half-asleep, hair wild, socks sliding on the tile, and grabbed our aprons like it was a punishment detail. But weirdly, it felt like a privilege.
