If you’ve read this blog more than once, if you’re among the dedicated few besides my neighbor and my dog – sure Cleo surfs the web, she’s a very special lab – you’ve likely noticed that I’m unable to describe anything in what my lawyerly husband would call an “expeditious” manner.
Sorry, but I believe the brochure does clearly state that “every bite tells a story,” not “every bite tells a tightly crafted legal brief.” And if you’re an efficiency expert you won’t be sitting through my fifth pie story anyway – so to each his delicious own.
That said – after a particularly long post, heavy with meaning and calories, I feel the need to tighten up, both literally and, as my jeans like to say, figuratively. Maybe even stop talking about brownies. I feel the need for a Ten-Word Thursday.
I considered naming this feature “Simmer Haiku,” or “Simmerku” or even “Simmer-Ku to You!” – but honestly, I couldn’t recall how many syllables form a haiku, and if they’re different printed or aloud, or if I could actually write a haiku about, say, chicken parmesan. So let’s go with “Ten-Word Thursday,” a weekly outing in which I must explore one theme through a few pictures and just ten words. Oh, I see Greg slapping his money on the table right now, but I’ll show him – I rigged the keyboard to shock me at 9 1/2. Today’s theme: ice cream.
End of summer.
Dreamy dairy drips -
- away. Butter Pecan. You?
Ha! I love Thursday.