In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
K and i were both sort of looking at and holding onto my laptop, and dropped it off the table when the waitress brought some free advance food. (K
Now poor Ebony needs the side of her monitor duct-taped up. Can't quite get everything to pop in. Have to hold it and be careful when closing the lid. Never stopped running.
And the tamale came with what the chef swore was not cheese, but she couldn't identify the ingredient, either. Got to trust people a little, i guess. There was an in-between ingredient that definitely wasn't cheese