Monday, May 25, 2020

A BIRTHDAY AND A FUNERAL

The dark shadows of antebellum residences were eating into the cobblestones of Charleston when Anthony stuffed the last morsels of Limpin' Susan into the quail.

1,078 kilometers away in Philadelphia, Aleksander licked off his arm the dripping juices of a lamb taco as the Liberty Bell chimed the hour.

They will in a day's time rendezvous with Spencer who is currently enjoying a butcher's roast in Panzano, for a meal of avant garde tapas in Barcelona.

London crackled with the breaking dough of puchkas while in Bangkok, a bowl of Phang Nga chicken salad is bathed with a tamarind dressing.

The three of them will later take the 15:17 to Istanbul to pick greasy dumplings for a funeral lunch in Bakal 2 where fried pork belly will be offered to appease restless spirits.  


The birthday actually happened before the funeral and there was crack pie from Brooklyn, MJ's 8th championship ring and a card illustrated by Maudie's athritic fingers to commemorate 48 earth years but the gratina sent from Noto contaminated the chocobubbles from Bali which after a curdling from a 117-kilometer bike haul accidentaly created the perfect dessert that earned Girona the world's first best pastry chef. 

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