Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Cooking and Eating the Bacon

"Brrrr." Julian muttered as he stepped out of the freezer.

Crissy handed him his coffee sludge. She told him, "The eggs are almost finished, so I  turned the oven on."


"You've got a pig back there?"

"Most of one."



"Where'd you get your eggs?"

"God." Julian laughed. "I got them from God."

"Very funny."

"No, I'm serious. I know a guy named Jesus, Hey Zeus, really, but we call him God for short. He raises chickens, hens and cocks, and I did him a favor last year, helped him keep his chicken farm."

"There are no chicken farms in Detroit."

Julian smiled, "You're right: There aren't." he replied.