Like most, I always puked at the faux bucolicisms espoused by people who say all they really want to eat for dinner in the summer is homegrown tomatoes with a little salt on them. Well, shut my mouf, because I started craving our green zebras before my hooves hit the floor this morning. Mother of gawd, are these good. And we have a million coming on. A little ciligene, some salt and some lemon juice squeezed all up over this mess...shit!, almost passed out. A pretentious tomato jerkoff I have become!
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