Miso. Salsa.

I’m feeling pretty good this week thanks to my new best friend Vicodin; just add cappuccino and things get really mellow. But even through a euphoric haze I can still wonder how close we are to end of days when a company is actually marketing “wasabi ranch” potato chips. Having grown up in Arizona, I have to say that combination does not make me think of overwrought snacks. I see internment camps for the Japanese.