Burnt Weiners are the Best!!!
Happy Fourth of July!
Yes, it’s been a long time. Hopefully I can work the blog into my hectic schedule of working, drinking, and sleeping. Within the last week, I’ve also added eating into the scheme of things. So all 4th of July weekend I’ve been stuffing my face with whatever’s been thrown my way – grilled sausage, hotdogs, cake. All the things that I usually despise. I never really eat meat, but somehow the thought of slightly charred meat entices me. As a result, alike most of you, my fridge holds mountains of cooked, carnivorous flesh. Although day-old food is really not my forte, somewhere in America, I can guarantee that one of my dear, brown bretheren is thinking:
Tons of food in fridge –> Economy in recession –> Need to save money–>Bring leftover BBQ to work
This would probably be a really good idea if it wasn’t GHETTO AS HELL. I could just imagine the scenario in my office. All my non-ethnic co-workers would be ranting over the dreadful smell of bbq lurking in the office halls. All the while, the ethnic co-workers would just look at me with disdain, slowly shaking their heads back and forth.
Honestly, even though I am growing tired of eating my dad’s ribs and my mother’s beans, one more day couldn’t hurt and it would be unreasonable to let the food go to waste. However, I refuse to be the one who brought the bbq to work. My parents would not be proud. My co-workers would also hate me more than the lady who brought that stank ass tuna fish last week, or the unknown person (they never admit it) who keeps burning the damn popcorn.
Pray for me,
Sincerely ty!
P.S.
Dear non-black readers, please do not use this as your ploy to further convince the world that all black people love bbq. Take it easy - I hold no desire to bring bbq to work.
