Yesterday before I could throw out all those scary sickening veggies my Social Worker came back. Her name is Mary and she took over my kitchen, trying to make me cook all that disgusting low fat low sugar tasteless hockey pucks and such like. I kept dreaming about licking chocolate sause off those yummy MMA guys and kept losing track of what she was rambling on about.
Today I decided to try one of the dishes Mary cooked up. It was marked 'Chile Relenos'. I was so excited because they are soooooooo good! Gooey melted cheese stuffed in a battered and fried up pepper. Well sir, I took one bite of hers and nearly gagged! IT WAS STUFFED WITH VEGETABLES!! and not much cheese. No fried battered up skin and the pepper was so damn hot! She musta used some sort of Guatemalan Insanity Pepper. Just scraping the nasty remains into the garbage disposal left hot pepper oil on my fingers. I forgot and touched my eyes and my twat with my burning fingers and was blind and horney for an hour. I bet it burns coming out of my tangy bung tomorrow too. Burned going in.
Supper time came and I decided to put one of L Anne's rules in place. When out of yummy food or food stamps simpley crash a swanky social event. I put on my ritzy blue and turquoise dress and went to hang out at the local Best Western hotel. I ate with the Rototarians, I grazed the buffet line at a gay wedding AND I got cake over at the AA meeting. No one caught on that I didn't belong there till the bitter end. I was taking trays of horse-dervys and pouring them into my pocket book when one of those guys wearing a silly hat with a tassel on it told me it was a private event with no women allowed. He went to get the hotel manager as I skedaddled out the back door, full and toting as much food as I could slip into the zip lock bags in my purse.
One more day before they hand out the government cheese but I think I have enough rumaki, mushroom puffs and cheese cubes sos that I never have to eat those scary vegetables tomorrow.
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