Wednesday, January 01, 2025

Worth a Shot, I Guess

Quincy Monroe comes home from work, smiling and arms wide open. "And how did Daddy's bridey spend her day?" he asks. "She has a surprisey for Daddy!" she replies, running up to him with her arms open. "She's baking real homemade bread for him!" Coming from the kitchen, a giant monster-like dough is pushing out from the kitchen door.
February 3, 1966
Ooh. Don't like this. "Daddy's bridey"? "Surprisey for Daddy"? As much as I want that seemingly alive dough monster to smother them, I also feel they should be put on trial for crimes.

Wilberforce is looking disgustingly at a bunch of food on the counter. "What's this stuff?" he asks Gladys. "Roast pork butt, black-eyed peas, collared greens, spinich, and lentils. They say if you eat these foods on New Year's Day, then you'll have a good luck all year," Gladys replies. "Yuck! I'd rather have bad luck all year," Wilberforce says.
The pork butt should be good, right? I don't like spinach. I've never had the other stuff. Isn't this just soul food? That's probably the blandest soul food to ever be cooked. Gladys seems like someone who vastly under-seasons. Or over-seasons, which can also make food taste bad.
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