It's been a long time since I played the Grumpy Grammar Gus. But this morning I saw two signs seeking to bring my grammar grump out of retirement.
What if I don't want to smoke salmon?
I guess spelling isn't their strong point
Just in case you didn't catch it in the wider view... I think it should be psychedelic?
Public Service Announcement:
Also, I have another public service announcement to offer: Latino's in G-town has FANTASTIC chicken fajitas. Now, I'm not a fajita connoisseur. Until three years ago, I hated sweet peppers, so much that I used to get mad at my roommate for eating them because her green pepper breath was overwhelming to my delicate olfactory senses. But then I discovered accidentally that roasted or grilled red peppers are actually quite good, especially with feta. So then I started letting red peppers in, which eventually became all kinds of sweet peppers in all kinds of dishes, and even, last summer, I ate a RAW red pepper. It was revolutionary.
Last night we went out to dinner, and I decided to give the fajitas a shot, and it was superb! AND Latino's uses organic meat from local business Rowe Farm Meats.
I haven't watched The Simpsons in a long time, but there are moments on it that are positively brilliant, that suggest to me that perhaps there IS such a thing as absolute Truth. Especially when Homer speaks. Once such Truth, for me, and it's been going through my head a lot since dinner last night, is, "Mmm, that [fill in your own blank] was SO good, I wish I were eating it RIGHT NOW!"