Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Delicacies

It would be so chic if I loved small plates. Or mesclun. Or curried something. But I don't. I love white trash food. Undying, unwavering lust.

Please bring me Manwich.



Will work for meatloaf.




Color me happy with mac and cheese mixed with canned tuna.



Butter me up some potato rolls.




Light up my world with Hamburger Helper.



Deliver me from evil and deliver me thy Papa John's BBQ chicken and bacon pizza



I'd love to be one who stops along the Champs-Élysées to devour some coq a vin while breezing through the pages of Les Guérillères.



But you'll find me huddled under my comforter on my plaid couch, watching The Ghost Whisperer and eating Ritz crackers with EZ Cheese.




I am who I am, and who I am is...the white trash palate.

1 comment:

iskim9 said...

lol

White trash food? Does it really exist? So funny, none on the list that I would eat voluntarily but they are all on Jeremy's must-have list.