Where’s the meat?
You don’t see the pretty pink lardons? Also known (strictly to me) as pig cubes?
When your crouton is larger than your meat in your salads you don’t think it’s a problem?
Yeah, don’t those croutons look a tad out of place?
How could anybody say “no” to that?
What’s all that green stuff, though?
Was I trying to draw a soft-edged parallel with the effects of Turrell and Rothko? Did I not, instead, flame-out and crater* in the desert?
* yep, that was intentional
Didn’t I mean “say ‘no’” to the posed question, not the picture?
Aren’t pictures extraneous, at best, and while maybe worth 1000 words, are they worth a question?
(Am I in a bad mood today? Should I drink more coffee? Should I drink less coffee? Should I get some chocolate? Or Cheetos? What would Chester Cheeta choose, if Chester Cheeta wanted to lose 30 pounds?)
Coffee only if you feel the caffeine migraine on the way, otherwise some chocolate would be nice if it is a small bit of it anyway. Why not a nice seltzer with a slice of lime? Or some tea?
(I have been dropping weight by consuming large amounts of miso soup–salt content is high, but I already monitor my BP closely, so what the hay!?)
Wouldn’t a big tray of BBQ’d meat be nice? It’s only about a 10-15 minutes walk, but a) isn’t it raining and 2) didn’t I bring a second helping of that delicious romaine, feta, blackberry and olive salad? (aaaargh, I forgot the cherry tomatoes! Also: has croutons.)
Yawn, what time is it?
Chester chooses chestnuts, cheddar cheese with chewy chives.
He chews them and he chooses them.
He chooses them and he chews them. . .
. . .those chestnuts, cheddar cheese and chives in cheery, charming chunks.