Musing on the Impossible. Too much Moe’s.
“Welcome to Moe’s.”
I love to be greeted like I’m a celebrity. Some has-been, washed-up child star of a 1970’s pilot that never made it to a network regular lineup.
That’s why I love going to Moe’s. The robust greeting I receive walking through the door.
No, silly.
I love going to Moe’s because I love FOOD.
Especially Tex Mex.
And here in lies something very odd.
I’ve lost my Moe’s mojo.
Tragic really.
Let me back up.
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My husband has a mediation company. They do lots of meditations all day long. Since people tend to get hungry in the middle of the day, his company provides lunch. Lots of places cater: Chili’s, Olive Garden, California Pizza Kitchen, Panera, etc.
The other day they ordered lunch but two mediations settled early so he brought home the extra food.
This was a Moe’s day.
YAY.
Or so you would think.
Black beans on top, grilled onions and peppers on bottom. (Just in case you are curious.)
I’ve eaten Moe’s for the last eight meals.
I just think of a cold, limp, grilled onion and shutter.
It’s not Moe’s – though at this point it is three-day old Moe’s.
It’s just old.
Finally get how the Israelites could complain to the Almighty about manna for 40 straight years.
Thank goodness our emotions aren’t as fickle as our tastebuds.
You’re a three-day old husband.
Bye-bye.
Not much else to say, but that I’m over Moe’s till at least middle of next week.
How is that possible?
What about you? Can you eat peanut butter sandwiches every day?
