look, absolutely nothing is the right temperature, not at first. foil-covered chicken dish is blazing hot. do not touch it. contact-burn risk 'level orange.' i don't know what they're doing to it below decks, but i hope it isn't near the crated dogs. though dangerous, it's an important tool for the next ten minutes. tiny cheese, tiny butter pat, tiny dinner roll are all frozen. place them on top of the hot-chicken foil immediately. commence with salad, one of two moderately-temp'ed objects in the milieu. remember to shake tiny tube of balsamic vigorously, which unfortunately after much prototyping can only be done in the most obscene way. remember wooden spork is in fact small wooden shovel, an acknowledgement which should prove useful in terms of circumventing fruitless stabbing / prodigious oxford-cloth-ruining. let decorum go. immediately post-salad : flip cheese, butter pat, and dinner roll. commence dessert, the second of two moderately-temp'ed objects in the milieu, typically a brownie of some sort. two–three bites max, no hurry. down the double of 'coral reef' australian merlot in one shot. check cheese, butter, and roll for malleability. de-plastic the crackers, and execute cheese course—no knife. post-cheese, press splintered (serrated) edge of wooden knife into side-seam of dinner roll—not too far. create a small, spongey book with spine in-tact. open book. unfold butter foil then smear face-down across open-faced sponge book. close book and enjoy. post-jaw recovery, finally peel back hot-chicken foil. behold appropriately-temp'ed pièce de résistance, and self-congratulate timing of aussie red five minutes ago.
Memories to come, pricelesss. Thank you for making the journey.
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6moLisa Baird wonderful in the moment travel writing.. i love the metaphorical possibilities of the first line: "look, absolutely nothing is the right temperature, not at first" ..enjoy the trip