A new supermarket opened in Bozeman, Montana. It has an automatic water mister to keep the produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the distant sound of thunder and the smell of fresh rain.
When you pass the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and you experience the scent of fresh cut hay. In the meat department there is the aroma of charcoal grilled steaks and brats. In the liquor department, the aroma of fine wine. When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying. The bread department features the tantalizing smell of fresh baked bread & cookies.
I don't buy toilet paper there anymore.
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charcoaled grilled steaks and BRATS?
ReplyDeleteNow, I know that some people can live very happily without small children but cooking them. . . . . . ?
That's against the law here!
Bratwurst , right ?
ReplyDeleteRight.
ReplyDeleteThis is a particularly American way of affectionately referring to that particular sausage, I believe. As a Canadian, I am intimately familiar with American terminology but am not of it, if you see what I mean.
That made me laugh a lot. Great punchline.
ReplyDeleteBrats huh? Who needs them, raw or cooked?
ReplyDeleteHere we have a traditional butchers' sausage made out of things you wouldn't want to know about, which is handed out in slices to the brats if there are any about.The tradition has been going for generations and us big brats get very jealous when we're not allowed our slice anymore.