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Pecan Defection
Syrupy sweet, Nutty confection. Warm crusty embrace. Endless craving. Filling, luscious, gluttonous rapture. Ecstasy.
Treacherous Tastes
I was not born in the South. But try telling my taste buds that.
I love pecan pie. Crave it. Must have it.
It is my nemesis. It is my lover. It is my downfall.
Here in the land of the cheese steak and soft pretzel, my tongue could be strung up for treason. (That would give a whole new meaning to the phrase "tongue-tied".) Or at the very least, scrubbed with sandpaper until they begged for mercy.
Don't even get me started on sweet tea. If pecan pie is my lover, then sweet tea is my dominatrix. Tie me up, whip me, beat me, pass me the lemon and call me sunk. |
| | Posted 8/21/2004 12:12 AM - 79 Views - 6 eProps - 3 comments
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