A Thomist learns to party on.
east meets west meets surf and turf :-)
And time to go to work meets I don't want to make a sandwich today!:-)
Somehow, that picture brings this to mind:"Joyless tubes, full of gristle, floating in a sea of something hot and sad, stuck with a plastic pin in the shape of a chef's hat: a memorial, one feels, for some chef who hated the world, and died, forgotten and alone among his cats on a back stair in Stepney.The sausages are for the ones who know what their sins are and wish to atone for something specific."(from "Life, the Universe, and Everything", Douglas Adams)
Yeah, I know it looked horrible in the photo, but it was delish in real life!
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