Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Friday, May 30, 2008

Yeah, for some reason I just read this again, and I really do worry about the mental health of our old friend Steve. I mean, the man is truly f'd up.

Another baseball game last night; another loss. The score was something like 16-12, so it's not like it wasn't fun. Da Chimpz made some pretty good plays in the field, and Cookie hit for a double.

Tonight I think I need to fire up the Berea-Rose grill. I have some chicken that wants to perfume itself in marinade and dress itself in dark vertical grill marks.

I find it very difficult to cook chicken these days without saying out loud:
Mastandrea's chickens...
Are coming home...[waving hands like sorcer]
To roost!
It's not unlike my old Fish Eye reflex. I really must learn to keep these eruptions to myself -- the Giant Beagle security team probably keeps a highlights reel of some of my more involved aisle-to-aisle conversations... just me, making small talk with the merchandise.

I'm waiting for Steve to come on the blog and tell us about Habachi Grill. I love the name -- it makes me think of Hitachi Grill, which doesn't exist -- but if it did, it would be an appliance store in Brooklyn and Vito would make Vinny drive him there so e could buy a gigantic console television that wouldn't fit in Vinny's trunk. Does that make sense to anyone except me?
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