Go home and cry to your mama. And while you at it, tell her I'm hungry (for a tuna melt dilla)

That's right bitches! As I strutted into the Sharpe Refectory today approx. 1:21 in the PM there was only one thing on my mind: tuna melt dilla. The RZA, the GZA, Method Man, and the ODB all agree that there ain't nothin in the world like some queso, some starkist chicken of the sea, and a big fat tortilla. As we know all too well here in the clan, the whole is more than the some of its parts. As I slobbered down this south-of-the-border-afterschool-delight-lunchbox-classic I know the concept of the tuna melt dilla was going platinum. Finishing off with two glasses of whole milk, I sang praises of this dilla for the angels in heaven, as the rafters of the venerable ratty filled with the shouts of joy that emanated from the lips of Jessica, who had a bite as well. A word to the wise, however, as yummy as this dilla was, it could have been better had it not been grilled with the tuna already inside. This would have allowed the tortilla to become crispy, instead of a slightly soggy as was the case with mine. Nonetheless, I give this tuna melt dilla 3 stars, a dillacacy indeed! With that, I'm out like a ghost in the night, but not without this last ode to my tuna melt dilla:

Sunset love potion, prize sunrise sail, lay on the couch while I clip your toenails. - Wu-Tang Clan, Black Shampoo