Driving home Sunday Afternoon, I had the pleasure of listening to the Prairie Home Companion show. I tuned in just in time to hear this hysterical, folksy song, about forbidden pleasures not found in restaurants.
Chocolate bacon cake, anyway?
Here's a taste of the lyrics:
There's nothing cures your cares and woes
Quite like a couple sloppy Joes.
Julia loved her joes to be sloppy.
She wrote it in her French Chef copy
Sloppy Joes calmed and steadied her.
It was taken out by an editor.
LOVE.
Read the entire lyrics here, and hit that audio link while you're at it.
Bon Appetit, my little chickens!
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