I went a food truckin' again a few days ago and Italian was on my mind. I got some "toasted" ravioli (they're really deep fried) and those balls are orbs of fried, cheesy goodness drenched in marinara and parmesan. B was in the mood for Mexican, thus, tamales. He even got one for dessert (the pink one) which was cake-y and had raisins in it. I've never been a beer person, but it's slowly growing on me. And I'm getting fonder and fonder of the stuffs that Schlafly brews.
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