Its a beautiful Saturday in Saint Paul - the sun is shining, the birds are migrating, and the farmer's market is ragin'. So it's at the farmer's market where today's battle wages on, and thanks to the geniuses behind Romocky Bratz (their use of z), this battle will surely shift in my favor (oh wait, I'm already winning...). Romocky Bratz are filled with piping hot cheddar cheese & surrounded by a slightly snappy skin. Mr. Romocky himself grills these things to perfection, tosses 'em on a bun & tops them with whatever (mustard only for me, though you can get it 'dragged thru the garden' if you please). Its hard to NOT buy a brat(z) when down at the market. Buying one usually means less money/interest for things like, um, veggies or flowers, but it's all OK when you feel that first snap in your teeth and first gush o' cheese & flavor on your tastebuds. Shawn loses.
4 comments:
So delicious that onlookers are speechless
would have won if i didnt get that oyster po boy. you just cant top it.
I could top it with barf
thanks for the action shot ...
as if you had to sell this lunch to me!
(i'm a little grossed out by the cheese injection however)
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