On Amazonian BBQ:
(I just started reading this book, and I am already charmed. Though I also now want to write a poem-scene in which there is a good answer to the question in question. *cheeky grin*)
God knows what was on that grill. "Is that an ear?" I asked the cook. "Yeah, sure," he said, so shiftily that I began to worry that ear could be a euphemism for something even more unthinkable. That's when I learned that there can never be a good answer to the question, Is that an ear?
(I just started reading this book, and I am already charmed. Though I also now want to write a poem-scene in which there is a good answer to the question in question. *cheeky grin*)