a humble spork, but ’tis mine own


Just flew in from Texas with the ladies after ten days around the country, and the Lulubeans fell asleep in my arms while we were talking on my bed around 5pm. If any of you know Lucy (and many of you do), you know this is about as common as an Amur Leopard sighting. That is one girl who does not like to miss anything, and she speaks for us all: we’re certainly fascinated, but exhausted.

Thus here’s the CODE WORD question… what is your absolute favorite food in the world, and what food makes you want to barf?