Let’s talk about the unsung heroes. The ones who are forced to wait until their eggs are cold before they can eat them. The wind beneath the wings, if you will. Yes, Instagram husbands. They will never get to leave the house again without their wives photo rig, and for that: I commend them. Thank you for holding us on your shoulders, gentlemen. (So that we can get an overhead shot of the tiramisu brioche French toast.)
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