Tue 17 Aug 2004
Ok, I had a BBQ sandwich. Quality: Serviceable. I was pining for good Southern cooking, somewhere that would put the “ass” back in “casserole”, but was short on time. That’s entirely untrue; really, I was just looking for an excuse to make that casserole joke - one that’s had me giggling for the past hour. Just ate my last meal for almost two days. I’d prefer to keep it a secret.