Time For a Watson Family Style Veggie Sandwich
Wazzup, dog!? Okay, so I made a zesty taste Captain Smurfy Dabulon Veggie Sandwich for lunch (aka Watson Family Style). Naturally, I made up both of those titles by tugging at the wispy particles located around the cuff of my shirt (none of my shirts have cuffs because I wear pretty much only T-Shirts). So there! I bet you are wishing you could join the Flying Jet-Rocket-Booster Watson Family just so you could chomp down on such a delectable selection and Palpatine Proportion of Fantastic Frederickson Foodstuffs like I did today. Elementary, my dear Edison (or was it Watson?). Isaac Watts versus Thomas Edison, next on Geraldo!
Speaking of Murphy, Matilda and Meriwether, I love onions nowadays. More specifically, I love sweet onions. I almost typed sweat onions, which while a generally gross concept to think of, it makes some logical sense. And I say "sense" quite literally. Hasn't your sense of smell ever detected a hideous body odor that reminds you of rotten onions? Well thus the expression "sweat onions" is born! Okay, so I don't like sweat onions, but sweet ones.
When I was young, I didn't like onions at all. Until a few years ago I always used to ask for no onions on most food. Now I wouldn't dare! In fact, this handful of onions you see here most people would consider a ludicrous amount. I was considering cutting even another slice through to contribute to Skippy Spinatrol Sandwiches... but then there would be less left for next time I make Diamond Duel-Daffodil Dime-a-Dozen Delectabilities (Duh!). All that to say, I've grown since childhood, and now I'm taller and fatter than I was before (I mean, "I like onions now").
