Amen brother! We have nothing here.....nothing!
But we suck it up and advance the ball down the field. Head held high.....Geez...the way you put that...I am not sure whether to congratulate you - or recommend that the cook at the Salvation Army fix you and Dr. Holly a plate of food.....
So - I call on the Right of Perfunctory Angst:
When an individual's native foods are no longer availed to them due to economic conditions, fear of the police - or the need to create a safe distance for the ex-wife and her attorney.....
It is permissible to carp, whine, snivel,pine, pout and even dream about said morsels of epicureal delight which were once known to - and for granted by previously mentioned individuals, now residing in the diaspora or hinterlands and far flung corners of the known universe.
