Holy S**t!
Nov. 5th, 2007 05:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silverthorneFlounder!
I have found flounder!
I have a bag full of huge ass frozen flounder steaks! (say that five times fast while squealing in delight. Go on. I dare ya.)
I have not had flounder since I left New Jersey for the (ever so) sunny (OMFG, too sunny!!) and totally oceanless sands of Tucson, Arizona.
Like...ages ago.
1982, to be exact.
I loved flounder, okay? I'd GO FISHING FOR DAMNED FLOUNDER with my mom during summer break in order to get me some fresh flounder (which...we never succeeded in accomplishing anyway and would end up in the roadside diner on the way home where there was already flounder waiting and ready to go.)
I have gone without since then because, well, frankly 1) No one did it like that diner and 2) New Jersey to Tucson is an awful long way for flounder to go...and it rarely got there, anyway.
BUT TODAY, THERE IS FLOUNDER IN THIS HOUSE!
And it will be grilled and slathered in lime and lemon and pepper and served with veggies. It WILL BE MY FLOUNDER, and it will be good!
And although I know they are Teh Ebil and will dine on my flounder-happy soul in Hell when I die, I will thank the Dreaded Walmart Gods for their frozen offering and sing their praises and sacrifice Target Employees to their dreaded Maw.
But first?
FLOUNDER, MAN!!!!
I have found flounder!
I have a bag full of huge ass frozen flounder steaks! (say that five times fast while squealing in delight. Go on. I dare ya.)
I have not had flounder since I left New Jersey for the (ever so) sunny (OMFG, too sunny!!) and totally oceanless sands of Tucson, Arizona.
Like...ages ago.
1982, to be exact.
I loved flounder, okay? I'd GO FISHING FOR DAMNED FLOUNDER with my mom during summer break in order to get me some fresh flounder (which...we never succeeded in accomplishing anyway and would end up in the roadside diner on the way home where there was already flounder waiting and ready to go.)
I have gone without since then because, well, frankly 1) No one did it like that diner and 2) New Jersey to Tucson is an awful long way for flounder to go...and it rarely got there, anyway.
BUT TODAY, THERE IS FLOUNDER IN THIS HOUSE!
And it will be grilled and slathered in lime and lemon and pepper and served with veggies. It WILL BE MY FLOUNDER, and it will be good!
And although I know they are Teh Ebil and will dine on my flounder-happy soul in Hell when I die, I will thank the Dreaded Walmart Gods for their frozen offering and sing their praises and sacrifice Target Employees to their dreaded Maw.
But first?
FLOUNDER, MAN!!!!
