“Rats” I shouted. Not the fuzzy ones that eat the wiring in your cat or carry rabies or chews holes in the wall, but a happening. I just burned my hand on a Taco.
Tacos are dangerous, you know. One rolled across the grill and I, with my brilliant mind, reached for it.
Sizzle.
Thats when Rats came out of my mouth.
That’s a gross picture isn’t it. I’m gonna have a hard time sweetening that flash.
Don’t blame me if you barfed on your phone or laptop. It was the rat’s fault.
The tacos were very good. Especially with the little foot prints in the sauce.
Until next time.
WS