Looked at my jar of Tabasco and seemed there was just a bit left. So I decided to finish it on the frozen veggies I just made. So I pour. And I pour. And I pour. And I pour…
Like the handkerchiefs from a clown’s pocket, it just keeps coming. Like I just tapped into the magical inter-dimensional wellspring of Tabasco.
So now I am basically eating vegetable soup, with the base as tabasco sauce instead of whatever else the base of vegetable soup usually is.