Crackerfest

Many many years ago when my sisters lived with me in a rathole duplex in a shitty neighborhood (as opposed to now—a nice house and garden in a shitty neighborhood) we used to have dinners of cheese, crackers and condiments and we called it Crackerfest. It sorta sounds like a gathering of skinny guys with guns, missing teeth, corn likker and broken down trucks. And in fact in someways it is….well, not the skinny part.

I can’t think why doing this slipped my mind. It’s such a perfect meal. And there’s always this!


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