Cordon Blue

Above you can find Belle the Wolf, Red the Heeler, and Cocoa Chihuahua.

Barb is wearing the red blouse.

And Barb, having had her gallbladder removed, is slowly on the mend. There are people who say you can be playing golf two days after surgery. They are idiots.

But anyway.

Eating is hard these days. I'm limited to rice (with butter, salt, and pepper, or brewer's yeast powder), and frozen pizza singles. It keeps me going.

But I remember McDonald's soft serve ice cream, with chicken nuggets and BBQ sauce.

Let's try this, and let's try that,

kung pao sauce might be an aid

for something tasting kinda flat

the way they said it should be made.

Let's try cashews, and ice cream,

and some provolone too.

All of this might make it seem

something that is Cordon Bleu!

And maybe add a dash of wine

right straight from the Walmart box.

This is certain to refine

the stylish way that this meal walks,

but if at end it's gonna fall,

tabasco sauce will save it all!

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is MOMENT. Well, just give me one to think...

It seems like it was just a moment

ago, receding now unto the past

when cancer still had yet to foment

the bitter end to my respast

of chicken a la microwave

(and sometimes Alice Springs!),

of fish and chips of which I'd rave

and many other things.

Yes, I know we eat to live,

and do not live to eat,

but there's a lot that I would give

for some flame-seared meat

and some taters, fried so crisp!,

but I daren't take that risk.

Unless I want some really nasty dunny time, that is.

Four minutes plus, but less than five.

Music from Jimmy Buffett, with (what else) A Cheeseburger In Paradise 

As long as it's got ice cream, Syl is good to go, and her pals will finish the rest.