Blue ice on the sidewalk. I hope its not one of those famous airplane toilet blue ice bombs.
Metal bridge all rusticated.
With my map, triangulated.
Walked three miles, not hesitated.
Shoveled walks, appreciated
Have no car, emancipated.
Feeling smug, not domesticated.
Don't own boots, wet socks I hated.
Drafty gloves, I twice berated.
Bermuda shorts, hallucinated.
For SoCal boy, such is fated.
Pantry quite low, shopping belated.
Once I'm there, I will be sated.
By smells so fine, my nose elated.
Taste bud desires, now sublimated.
Bought so much, large debt created.
I will not share, with ones related.
Perhaps maybe, with one I dated.
Seduce with food, in hopes we mated.
By the time I walked to the bakery, my nose was runny, throat was dry. So when I ordered, I enunciated a perfectly gutteral Hebrew accented "CcCcHhhhallah." I was so proud of myseslf.
Las Islas Marias Restaurante Familiar in Rogers Park. Seafood soup. Yum. Mexican cioppino.
Deep fried fish, lived in la mar.
On it's trip, it came quite far.
Crispy skin, a little char.
Garlic sauce, is not subpar.
Langostinos plate size large
Freshwater shrimp brought by barge
From the shells, the meat discharge
It's cash only, so you can't charge
Chitlin's, Chitlin's
Makes me wanna go
Sit'tinin, Sit'tinin
On the porch and do some
Whit'lin, Whit'lin
Get fat so my pants don't
Fit'tlin, Fit'lin
Cause I ate too much
Chitlin's, Chitlin's
Holiday cookie making. I organized each bowl in the correct order of operations. With ingredients pre-measured. Note the perfectly spaced pattern of the egg yolks. Made with love!
And we will be serving oven roasted cat too.
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