Category: mmm… food

As I promised in the comments on an earlier post, I devoted a portion of my lunch break to writing a song about a sandwich. Ahem… to be sung to the tune of “The Yellow Rose of Texas” — written in 3 minutes.

I spotted me a sandwich

A-lying on the ground

It wriggled like an earthworm

And didn’t make a sound

I stabbed it with my chopsticks

And lifted it up high

It writhed and tried to bite me

And wouldn’t seem to die

I threw it into traffic

And heard a meaty crunch

I saw the mayo squirting

And then I lost my lunch

[insane giggling] Your turn. :)

This morning I woke up singing a song. I can’t remember the words now, but it was about sandwiches.

Disaster strikes! CBC reports that there’s a problem with beer distribution in BC! I’ll begin stockpiling right away — buying up all the beer I can find!

Oh. Hold on. It only affects Molson’s and Labbatt’s. No problem then. I never drink that pissy stuff anyway.

Link: CBC.ca: BC could face beer drought

My dinner last night was a spinach salad from the drive-through window at Wendy’s. Now, I can understand that there’s a lot of pressure on the drive-through staff, and sometimes it’s not easy to make a snap decision about which utensil would best suit the food. But really. You gave me a knife. Not a fork — or even a spoon — but a lonely plastic knife.

A bit of nonsense verse that I read as a child sprang to mind, though I can’t remember where it’s from:

I eat my peas with honey

I’ve done it all my life

It makes the peas taste funny

But it keeps them on my knife

Replace peas and honey with spinach leaves and Italian dressing and you can picture how my meal went.