Tag Archives: salty food
New Deli
My friend who owns a gourmet shop gave me upon request, a modest slice of grilled eggplant that, after eating it, made me look like a pylon who swallowed a rat, the button to my jeans popping after telling me, … Continue reading
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Tagged arguing in public, being Italian, False advertising, heart conditions, salty food
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Bald and Blonde
I’m in Fresh & co, the latest neighborhood quasi health bar. Why quasi? Their oatmeal has enough salt to attract deer. I’m eating peach yogurt that, in theory, is supposed to quell my yen for ice-cream…a myth right up there … Continue reading
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Tagged bald heads, eavesdropping, fighting in public, salty food, The Twilight Zone
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