He is an elementary school globe, tipped slightly on its axis, trying to keep himself from teetering and/or tottering when he stands and grasps the pole in anticipation of exiting the bus. He tries to appear as if he’s not struggling, but the sweat beading his hairline high atop his head and between his multiple chins belies this.
His arms are too short for his body, or perhaps only seem that way, given that his enormous girth prevents them from dangling by his sides. The hands are surprisingly small, pivoting on the most delicate of wrists.
I cannot bear his burden.
The burritos sound nummy but..er…tofu sour cream? Um…yeah. (Imagining scraping it off to one side of plate)
With this dish, we now know where you are NOT,
Arkansas. That just leaves….
The first time I made those, I thought I would have a foodgasm right at the kitchen table.
Snoopy did this same thing on our livingroom floor last week. Linus assures me it didn’t taste as good as it looks.
AARRRRRGH!!!
Those are some great hosts! Recipe, please.
Pardon me while I puke on my keyboard.
Living in San Antonio, the capital of TexMex cuisine, the thought of a sweet potato burrito with tofu sour cream makes me want to claw the “chef’s” eyes out.
It’s like making kugel with graham crackers.
Is that a cinnabon?
looks yum! can be so hard to find good vegan recipes. i am on the search for them atm