Sally sells seafood by the seashore. I can say that easy. I can’t for the effing mother humpin life of me say “shellfish” before or after any other word. Can you? So, in tribute to shellfish and it’s tricky tax on my tongue, I offer a few food affiliated tongues ties right before I present you with a completely non sequitured recipe for steamed clams and mussels marinara. Mm-mm good.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, where the fuck is the pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
A box of biscuits, a batch of mixed biscuits. (when my cousin little, he used refer to balls as biscuits and tell everyone he was going to kick em in the biscuits.)
Lily ladles little Letty’s nipple lentil soup.
Irish wristwatch. (ok, not food related but for some reason, but I like.)
