Well, what better way to celebrate the release of a trailerpark-based canadian movie, than with a so-themed meal?
Let us pray.
Dear Lord, we thank you for the gifts of completely non-nutritious food-type products which you have bestowed upon our barren table. Tater tots so divinely crispylicious, stacked beside mounds of perfectly deep-fried chicken fingers.
Oh lordly Lord. And that pepperoni, spiced to perfection and placed with cheese and pickled jalapenos upon silver dollar-sized hamburglers ("sliders", dear Lord of bounty, as your infinite wisdom would confirm,) your omnipotence in this realm, among others, hits the biblical spot.
What could possibly punctuate such heavenish gastronomy, but a cool can of Old Milwaukee's finest pilsner brew. Thank you dear Lord, and though this feast may or may not cause me to die much sooner than you had intended, I can now surely do so as a happy man.
3 comments:
this post is trailer trash. ive had enough of your willard street meals. got milk...bread?
Your tales of gastronomic adventure lead me to believe you must have grown up in a household where nothing but beef tenderloin (brandy dijon sauce on the side)and loster (thermidor) were served on a nightly basis. Is this some sort of revolution? Or reverse psychology?
People should read this.
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