The Muse

I stopped on the way to work this morning for a Cinnamon ‘N’ Raisin biscuit from Hardee’s. (I still refuse to buy Thickburgers because of their ad campaigns, but the biscuits are hard to beat.) I haven’t had one of those for a very long time.

At first bite, I was immediately taken back to when my Dad and I would go to Hardee’s on our way to my elementary school. If I was dressed early enough, we would go and have breakfast there as a treat. I remember the smell of the dining room, the sweetness of the icing, the cold orange juice on my otherwise empty stomach, and the fact that I would wait for the icing to cool before I ate the biscuit. I preferred my icing a little thicker than it was served.

        

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