Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for October 11, 2023

Mmmm a seafood enchilada covered in montary whack cheese. Public spanking for edible rites too!

Thanks, but I’m kind of full on doubtful right now.

As long as I get to choose the hot sauce.

Hmm, “Scorned Woman”

Wholly made from ‘whatsthe’ beef and ‘wheresit’ bean.

A lotta enchilada.

…I doubt…

…therefore I think…

…therefore I am…

…but not the Great I Am…

.. but…

…I yam what I yam…

…open! Says me!..

…‘nothin quite like a Ten Bit store frozen burrito on a Saturday morning…

…[and you can’t have a fictional burrito without the non-fictional, Burritt…

…and as Lou Reed sings with Metallica…

…you can’t keep a butterfly in a jar…

…ice honey…

You want doubtful provenance? Just turn on any news channel.

That springs from our collective limbic system whether we deserve it or not.

Can I have chicken and peppers in mine?

Whole Enchilada Love…

Is this a compliment or a curse?

Don’t sit and look at it too long, though. You’ll begin to have existential doubts, which, when ignored, lead to all kinds of illusory “progress.” Plus, it’ll get cold and you’ll still be hungry.

Is there such a thing as a GoCommenter pin? It could be a brass orchid. Sounds kind of tricky to fabricate—you know, metallurgy and stuff.

hunka hunka burning enchilada

My brain is twisting.

Doubtful provenance … like all those signed baseballs and jerseys …!

( but I remember getting a peek at Pete Rose selling his autograph at a sports store in the Caesar’s Palace Mall … he was signing anything you wanted – even enchiladas )

I’ve eaten a lot of enchiladas of doubtful provenance in my lifetime, and I’ve had a few dubious chimichangas, as well!

Is the guac extra?

splat

Chipolte used to serve doubtful provenance burritos…

Exactly!

The truck will be in your neighborhood soon.

Of course it’s the “whole”, I’ve never been apportioned an enchilada.

It’s not an either or thing.

Ive never been able to eat a whole enchilada. I need kiddie-sized

Everything I eat is of doubtful provenance. Unless I grow it myself—-which I never do.

I prefer my provenance on the side.

That sounds like one of those left-handed compliments that are actually insults!

Besides, I would only engage with an enchilada the provenance of which I knew! Otherwise, too much room for hanky-panky, cyanide, strychnine, and a garnish of Amanita phalloides.

Not that I mistrust you, my smiling would-be benefactress….