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Sometimes on Saturday evenings, after we've resisted the temptation to spend money like big dopes on overpriced MSG-tainted Thai food take-out, and we INSTEAD make hearty and satisfying whole wheat pasta with arrabiatta sauce that makes us ooh and ahh for the better part of the meal---sometimes, after that---after we have wound down a bit and gazed out into the night sky and commented on the fact that the air is draped with thoughts about how soon it will be Halloween and then Thanksgiving and then Christmas and how it's eerie the way we can feel all this just by standing still outside---after all this---we feel the stillness even more profoundly and we each feel our individual heartsongs and we look up toward the moon and we say:
IS THERE ANYTHING MORE WONDROUS ON THIS EARTH THAN A PEPPERONCINI?
Ciao Bella,
Signorina Crunch
8 comments:
If that has liquor in it then I'd agree.
Little. Italian. Pepper.
I'm with Twisted Susan, add tequila and I'm with you folk!
Oh go on, ya big loveable boozehounds.
You truly just captured the mood of this time of month! Every other month demands full size pepperoni.
I love that kind of air and that sort of in between night sky. Life, it just whooshes by, doesn't it?
You certainly know how to juggle words in a very poetic words! Made me think of this quote I once read: "A friend is a person who knows the song to your heart and can sing the lyrics back to you when you have forgotten them."
Thank you Sabrina. Whenever I think to myself that what I am writing is a bunch-o-poo I ignore my "what you're writing is a bunch-o-poo" voice and I just write it anyway. I love reading stuff that other people write when I know it comes from that place. The whole Less Alone thing.
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