We’re back from our decidedly nonlocal Thanksgiving. Culinary highlights include salad with pork (hello, southern cooking!), cornbread stuffing with sausage, the Continental Divide (tuna tostada and a mango/jalapeno quesadilla), inedible burritos on the highway, and scrapple.
I started this post days ago. That would be before my computer experienced wholesale failure. Well, I’ve been a bit demoralized since then, and it’s only 15 degrees outside, so I’d like to include my two favorite ridiculous food songs to cheer myself (and you??) up.
The first one was obviously composed under the influence. However, love Townes Van Zandt, love his ridiculous, drunken moments. And I do love Townes Van Zandt. You should be able to listen to Squash, here. It’s everything your inner-eight-year-old boy could desire.
My other favorite food song speaks to your inner fifties housewife. I’m pretty sure I don’t have an inner fifties housewife, but this song cracks me up anyway. Here it is: the one and only Lime Jello, Marshmallow, Cottage Cheese Surprise! (You should hear my eleven-year-old niece’s interpretation. It’s classic.)
Enjoy and don’t hesitate to send me your favorite ridiculous food songs in revenge.