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November 24, 2005
ProDIgeegal (wHisz Bang) (...Boo)
[The Poorhouse Players together with The Smokehouse Sayers present a “Curtain Mini”™]
“Hey! Surprise!”
“Oh, my land’s sakes alive! What on God’s green earth brought you here?”
“Old friends…”
“Look at you, you haven’t changed a bit!”
So smoothly the day’s desperate dream came to pass. And I have a funka-stem-ica to show for it.
Auhhmm, that flavor!
Flambe-ish, s’pose. Better than smoked salmon, chipotle, and/or mesquite flavor barbeque sauce; better than hickory dickory dock.
I defy all of France’s chefs to top that waltz on the tongue, that tapdance down the throat.
Even Boy Ardee himself can’t match.
[I watched Iron Chef in 1993. I’m on Chemical Chef now.]
Posted by peligrito at November 24, 2005 11:35 PM
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