This isn't eviction chili, but it's damn close.
I had gone to bed, only to learn that sleep is for the dead. Mom was hungry.
She has had a, let's call it problem lately. She fell for a youtube video that said using onions in the hair did something. I have no clue, but she smells bad. oniony.
But it's 2:20 AM, and it's TIME FOR FOOD.
Mr. freezer, help me, don't golly me over. Oh thank god, I've got fajita bits.
Mr. Cupboard, you're up, save me! And Mr. Cupboard is good. fat free refried beans. ugh. Chile Lime Cholula. NOW YOU'VE GOT A FIRE!
Mr. top of Microwave, whatchu got? Tortillas? NICE. We got microwaved fajita bits, beans, and chile lime cholula. But now we must call upon Mr. Fridge, our most prosperous friend.
Mr. Fridge, what do you have for us?
Shredded Cheddar, La Victoria salsa? You crazy fool, you are my ace in the hole! I can avoid being killed this night!
)comedy!(
Sour cream? You got this on lock! I'll add you after mr. microwave!
At the end of the mish, It was a triumph, I'm making a note here...
Anyway, things went right. I'm pleased.
