Dammit Delevi!

I’m going to make a post here. It’s going to be the tip of the iceberg. The thin layer of cheese on an incredibly delicious bowl of french onion soup.

If you’re still taking me seriously after describing this post as a layer of cheese, you must know me. Either that or you like french onion soup.

I joined in festivities today to wish a good friend of mine a happy 30th birthday. It is now that I will define the “Winston Bagel” : I had one tonight. It was a plain bagel, grilled, and topped with cream cheese, butter, peanut butter, bacon bits, apples, cucumber, italian seasoning, cinnamon, sunflower seeds, and Tabasco.

I will leave you to come to your own conclusions about such a dish, but I propose that any experience is defined strongly by the company in which it is had.

Pasta is one of life’s more beautiful mechanics.

It’s easy to work with, it’s tasty, and I can make people stumble away from the table pleasantly sedated. And what’s equally important - I can feed four without any trouble.

Also, sierra mist (the new ruby splash stuff) is tasty. Add it to a some white wine, and you have yourself a drink that is incredibly tasty. I’m sure I should be shot for butchering a wine with soda, but It’s -really- good.

Progression - Check.