Saturday, June 23, 2007

An Open Letter to Chorizo

Dear Chorizo,

It makes me sad to say this, but I feel I don't know who you are anymore. It's been so long since we've been together. I've forgotten how you smell, how you taste, the way you look longingly into my eyes on cold winter's nights. Why has this happened, Chorizo? And why do you send your "friends" to ask me how you are? There's this one guy, Anonymous, who keeps asking me about you. Doesn't he know that I don't know how you are? Why, Chorizo, why!?

I'm sorry. I shouldn't take it out on you. But seriously, I don't think I can go on like this much longer.
chorizo - I

(happy now, anonymous-whoever-you-are?)

6 comments:

equippedtofascinate said...

Um, this may be a stupid question, but what the hell is chorizo? Perhaps you could write about how happy you are that I've been updating my blog again. Yeah me!

senor fuerte said...

What thef...

Anonymous said...

Chorizo wants to apologize for its difficulty with communicating. Chorizo is working on it. Chorizo would like to bring its friends Egg, Cheese, and Onion over sometime to make amends.

christa said...

i'm confused.

bethro said...

I'm enjoying this, but I don't really know why. . . .

Frannie Farmer said...

ick. There is something about that strange orangeish meat that just doesn't do it for me ... perhaps it is because they sell it by the block here instead of by the pound.