Skarfing
Material
With Chef Boy-Am-I-Hungry
AT A TABLE SOMEWHERE IN AMERICA
"...in finer times, we'd change our minds.
But today, is today, and it's real." She said,
taking another sip of wine while looking me
dead in the eye. You know the look. Deep.
A jet airliner passed overhead. Sounded
like a new one, filled with people nervously
sipping cocktails, eating honey-coated
peanuts and wondering if they're gonna get
their butts blown out of the sky.
"An ounce of hope could bring us.
countless goodwill." I said.
"A diary written in tears is all I can hope
to find in this world," she said.
"They shouldn't have kicked me out of
school," I said. "I need to build the founda-
tions of my future."
"But we are our future," she said, "from
now 'til the end of forever.".
"I'm gonna get myself another tatoo," I
said. "Maybe a backpiece." It's my turn to
sip at the wine.
"Care for another serving of...
...SOUP ZERO?" she said.
"Why yes, of course," I said. "My
palate's aching with some tender
salivating."
"Such poetry," she said, serving up a
bowl, her arm lightly brushing the salt
shaker, rearranging the grains ever-so-
slightly. I won't be needing it.
"You make a fine soup. How do you do
it?" I asked. "Tell me. Please."
"I get about two pounds of mixed fruit,
peaches, strawbs, pears, apples, oranges
and pineapple and chop it up, then toss in-
to an adequate pan. Here, I add about two
ounces sugar, a pinch of salt, the juice of
one lemon and two pints water. I bring this
to a boil, lower the flame and simmer until
all the fruit is soft. From there, it goes
"puree' in the blender. Cool, then chill and
there you have it," she said.
"I'll do the dishes," I said..
"You stole my heart. Give it back." she
said.
"More wine?" I said.
ARE THE SHOES TIED YET?
Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon.
I realize the reason you are gathered here
is because you are anxiously awaiting the
results of the Skarfing Material cooking con-
test. I must inform you that the response
has been absolutely incredible. I've been
overwhelmed with lots and lots of swell
entries.
Lots and lots of weird recipes.
Lots and lots of sweet recipes.
Some were just downright sick.
So, I have come to the decision that next
month, in a special edition of Skarfing
Material, I will have the grand prize winner,
along with some runner-up booby-prize
winners.
MEANWHILE
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broken barricades
attitude adjustment
spiritual upheaval
crying commercial
regressive rules
prime time process
non standardization
mostly boulevards
cryptic concrete
pour cokes on the
main controll panel.
advertise reality
jumpramps replace
jokes in daily life
choice not chance
disposable fashion
function not fascism
unusual urethanes
sanctuaries of
irrelevance
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