I love salad. More than life itself.
Wait ~ does life have a self? That word "itself" is extra. Unnecessary. Who/m/ever wrote that almost-sentence was confused; or ~ possessed enormous spiritual insight.
Was more confused than we salad lovers, anyway.
PS: I also like tomatillo enchiladas with cilantro, more than life; and almond soup. And coco soup. And the soup they have in Portland, that's pink with fennel in it; and my spouse, who makes the soup.
What if when you get to heaven, god says, "What did you bring me to eat?"
He likes salad, too!
Most people don't expect to get there when god's eating. And dozens, maybe thousands, don't have their recipes.
Think again, any snacker-slackers.
You'll be doing dishes.
Oh ~ Remember Kliban's Ten Condiments? Better keep those, too. |
