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It was too late to pick up my allocation because there was no more room in the (full-sized!) SUV.
When I visited Paso that first time, it was like meeting “The One,” you know what I mean?
Great. I have your attention. Now. Back away from the gutter.
And the lottery tickets didn't help. Eight dollars in winnings don't exactly add up to a retirement-worthy windfall.
This would be fabulous with a weekend late evening summer dinner of salads, light meats, and other summer fare. It also pairs well with writing, because it's what I'm drinking now as I sit at the keyboard.
When I was growing up in Philly, the corner butcher shop was a neighborhood mainstay. It has since been replaced by agribusinesses producing hormone-and-antibiotic injected Frankenbeasts. It feels great to purchase meats that have the flavors that I remember from my childhood.
I discovered that the 2006 Vines on the Marycrest ‘Round Midnight, nicely chilled, makes a luscious and decadent summer drink when the temperature is high, the AC is blowing, and the meds unneeded.
The only downside is that their washable tattoos don’t wash off very easily. I had some explaining to do about the Naked and ZinBitch tattoos that were prominently displayed on my neckline. But that’s another story.