Epic Sunshine SPRING!
Yiminey Yickets!
The Norewegain Burrito (salted cod, mashed potato) calls to me as never before.
Hear: I will make you one of mine and check it into a motel somewhere. An anonymous name and a trench coat of a tortilla and a slouched fedora of green guac. Inside are poultry remains, saucy, smart, refrieds, some Jack, treated rice, and surprises. Solid as bank walls but messy as a cheap suit so that it will be all over you like one too. A two wheel dolly to move it, and forks the size of Connect-i-cut but the taste of the great state of happiness. Pig-of-a-dog! I could sleep in it!
A Staggering Rat of Heartbreaking Something or Other "Oor Ratty. Your Ratty. A'body's Ratty."
Yes, indeed!
Might you keep one for me exactly like it in the freezer for emergencies?
Epic Sunshine SPRING!
A slimmer boy-ritto this day!
The ingredients looked at the new nutrition plate. Then at his Canadian thong speedo. Then back to me and said “do me!”
This cabana boy in a blanket is not age appropriate so much as prim, slim. He cares about appearances, having seen his New Mexican cousin/cousine Disaster. He wants you at his best. It is the way we see things hear.
When he was carefully constructed and placed into the Rat-shaped burrito hole in the freezer, he smiled willingly, with love.
Later, c. pulled him out and said “Look what I found.” I replied “Let’s make you a fresh one with your favourites and save that for the intended.”
A Staggering Rat of Heartbreaking Something or Other "Oor Ratty. Your Ratty. A'body's Ratty."
Last night I dreamt of
fall-off-the-bone bbq rib meat further sauced by the gods of hickory smoke, some refried beans but not too much of ‘em, diced sweet pepper, shredded cheese, burrito sauce, sour cream, lettuce, guacamole and maybe a little rice – all rolled up like a cartoon cigar. Know where I can get perfection like that?
