So I sauteed the raab as normal, and then, once cooked, chopped it up with my knife and mixed it up with some mayo, creating...
a somewhat richer sandwich on behalf of the mayo. Now, before we move on, let's pause for a moment to appreciate that lettuce [10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0]
OK, fusion: have said in the past that I'm anti-fusion. Have said that somewhere, I'm sure. Have said boatloads of stuff just to get a rise out of someone. For instance, the three month hoax I played upon all my friends when I insisted that the avocado was horrible, that I hated it, and that it appealed only to morons and trendy types...
Etc. But fusion, I do actually have some strong opinions about that: shortly, that I don't like fusion for the sake of fusion...
but I had some leftover Spanish rice, some leftover beans, some eggs, and an appetite. I needed lunch. Something with lots of protein and calories. I rooted around in the fridge. Boom. With my recent fried rice still bopping around in my memory, I decided that, hell, I could make fried rice with Spanish rice, the first dangerous step toward fusion. A couple minutes later, some new fangled, "Mexican" bi bim bop was in my bowl.
And there it is, partially chawed, the steam still rising from the rice.
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