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I was sick
last week;
now it's Sarah's turn. Had to venture out to secure some provisions. A cat turned blithely and regarded me with feigned disinterest as I strode up the alley to Marketime. The garlic was from China. What the hell, I bought it anyway and the Ricola for Sarah contains aspartame. I threw it all into spaghetti sauce: butter, onions, salt, garlic, oil, red pepper, spices, oregano, Gimme Lean, canned tomatoes, Bragg's, BruBru, and a dash of liquid smoke. Just as it was hitting the plate at 8:25 pm Igor called and asked if we'd eaten. Unexpected, yes, but most welcome and half an hour later he arrived by bike with a box wine, chocolate, and one request: Godspeed You! Black Emperor. |
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