A happy bowl full of all the baked-together kinds of things that one might think of as a Tex-Mex taco night, because it is still kind of cold and blustery and there's just about nothing that refried beans, tortillas, and cheese can't fix.
My son, then about 4 years old, was being his wild self right at bedtime. I said, "no more monkey business!" in my best stern-mom voice, and he looked me gleefully in the eye and declared, "infinity more monkeys!"
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Poetry, your words, this dish.
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