dijous, d’octubre 25, 2007
No More Cafeteria
The pockets of heat spread throughout the innards of the corn tortilla in an array similar to the Iroquois League of Peace and Power. Neither self contained or independent of each other to form a slick coating. The cheese, for which this meal was ethnically named, vacillated between various coagulated states of melted and congealed. With tomato sauce and peppers applied with the same technical skill utilized at the Boyardee factory line it would be difficult to convince anyone that the dish served deserved any association with gourmet fair. The back door swung open, offering a peek into the operations of the greater culinary facility, but, more importantly, heralding the arrival of thickly chopped poultry. In accordance with his disdain for all meat red, he petitions the culinary artist to place the chicken boulders in the ensemble piece that will soon come to be shilled as a quesadilla.
Back at his desk he surveys the south of the border sandwich before him and begins to realize that any hopes this meal had of being consumed while handheld was long gone. Permutations of scenarios were calculated resulting in the conclusion that the attraction between his shirt and the sauce could be too great for both parties to resist. Three suspiciously chewy bites following the mindless application of fork and knife it occurs to him to look down to reveal the source of chewiness (that perfectly fit with the rest of the pattern of culinary excellence on display in the cafeteria this thing came from). Encased in within a thin core of white meat was a center more pink than the summer tea parties on Hilfiger's lawn.
As salmonella begins to set in only one question seems to take priority- "How can I tell?"
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Back at his desk he surveys the south of the border sandwich before him and begins to realize that any hopes this meal had of being consumed while handheld was long gone. Permutations of scenarios were calculated resulting in the conclusion that the attraction between his shirt and the sauce could be too great for both parties to resist. Three suspiciously chewy bites following the mindless application of fork and knife it occurs to him to look down to reveal the source of chewiness (that perfectly fit with the rest of the pattern of culinary excellence on display in the cafeteria this thing came from). Encased in within a thin core of white meat was a center more pink than the summer tea parties on Hilfiger's lawn.
As salmonella begins to set in only one question seems to take priority- "How can I tell?"
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