by Kate Steadman
Oh Uncle Brutha’s. Thank you for the many meals you’ve salvaged with your delectable smoky habaneros. Why, just today you saved my cornstarch-thickened-fake rosemary-enriched Lean Cuisine from the trash. You magically adapt to every food: eggs, beans, wild rice, pasta, sandwiches. On cold days, I need only taste a bit too much to break a sweat. On warm days you dwarf the DC heat.
Yes, Uncle Brutha’s No.10, I hope Santa puts you in my stocking.