Nice Turnout in the CIT Tonight

Well, it's been a while, all too long, and that's pretty unpardonable. I guess I can only attempt to pledge that it's been time devoted to worthwhile pursuits.

In my breast pocket there are two tickets stamped "Brown University Food Service" with serial numbers 005352 and 008874. I'm saving them up for the next time something special happens. I'm saving them up for the two words that make my culinary salvation come down to me, in the flesh: steak dilla. Until then, I'm on hiatus.

Many of you may have seen this (down near the bottom). I present to my most loyal and patient visitors--or RSS subscribers--a pair of poems based on that very piece. The second one has been run through a sort of N+7 machine, except I used the AP Stylebook. The results are only marginally quesa-related, but I hope you'll forgive.

#1: Donuts
#2: Yon dilla