VIETNAMESE Chả Cá FISH TACO

[ezcol_2third] [/ezcol_2third] [ezcol_1third_end] WE FOUND OUR WEAKENED FOOTSTEPS AT ITS TURQUOISE COLORED DOORWAY THE official statement is, that like all other celebratory spirits who paint golden eggs on Easter, play Frank Sinatra on X'mas and wash their faces with Buffalo wings on Superbowl, we the family of forever-festivity, ate tacos on Cinco de Mayo and danced to a whirlpool of margaritas this past Sunday. [/ezcol_1third_end][ezcol_2third] [/ezcol_2third] [ezcol_1third_end] But the truth, is actually far more exciting than that.  Over the past long weekend, a siege of timely but inconvenient stomach-flu had, and still is, rendering me immobile.  Timely, because someone, or something, has got to make me drop this bag of cookies immediately.  Inconvenient however

poorman’s lobster roll

Right.  I apologize for my "rare" unprofessionalism last time.  Can we start over?  I promise I'll keep it together this time because oh boy this faux-lobster roll is too delicious to miss out on.  But it's strange to compose this post because the day I cooked it, my doggy-Armageddon-day had not been realized, and staring back on the make-funny-"when life gives you shrimp, make lobster roll"-line that I drew up then to mock my general cheap-ass style, it now seems to actually speak to me on a philosophical level

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