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November 19, 2003

Elevenses

I think Rob has a tapeworm. A great, big, coiled up wormie.He's somebody who could easily grab the nickname 'slim', but he eats all day long. And I'm not talking granola bars, or Fritos or Top Ramen, I'm talking full-blown home-cooked meals, complete with delicious odors, sizzling sounds and photogenic presentation. Brats with all the fixins, tacos with rice & beans, varieties of potatoes au gratin, homemade buffalo wings with slaw, grilled prawns, etc.

The day before yesterday (when I started writing this :P) I was witness to a course of Salad marinated with deliciously pungent Cardini Italian dressing followed every 2 hours by periodic courses of Sonoran chicken enchiladas with lingering odors of temptation. It's like working in the Shire.

My sandwich and salad take so long to make, I can only do it once. Meanwhile, I cramp up from the delectable odors. I suppose I should be grateful he doesn't keep a web journal that I'm aware of, because I'm sure I know what odor issues he would be writing about :-I

Posted by Jeremy at November 19, 2003 9:29 AM