[olive oil station]Facing the maddening crowds, Aunty waded into the Christmas fray (insert deep moanin' groan).
Mah tolerance threshold fer this sorta thang be low--very low. So, within the hour I give mahself whiplash jolting left into a parkin' lot:
"Whas' THIS?" I said to nobody in the passenger seat.
Jes' in time fer the crush, a new store done open in a neighborin' village. The Meat House. ( locations in other cities too)
Specializin' in local fare, all prime meats, all "organic" ever'thang. Meanin', prepare to open yore organic bankroll.
Top contenders:
(Eggy? La Diva? Hep me--what shall I do wif' this duck fat???)What Aunty came home wif' is an artichoke an' cashew pesto--yep, it is eyes-rolled-back-in-yore-haid good.
An' some Jamaican Jerk steak strips--I served the quickly sauteed steak wif' grilled pineapple an red peppers over Basmati rice.
Fortification, ya' see, so that I can wade out again --ah, yes-- to do what din't get done in the first place, when I wheeled into The Meat House instead.
How's all y'all farin'? Hope youse better at takin' advice Granny give me--but I never seem to follow: Finish it all-A L L --a'fore Dec 15 so ya can have a few days to be Merry an' not frazzled.
See ya at Karl's fer Haiku Monday.
