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So, I tossed up a little update on the Hollygrove Box Sunday, and my wife was spectacularly unimpressed by my prose. She let me know that my post was the literary equivalent of an Applebee’s chicken finger, or whatever it is they have at Applebee’s. Now this is the same love of my life who said “not your best work,” when referring to a labor day party invitation I emailed, so you see what I’m up against.
With that in mind, I’ll attempt to elevate this post. Let’s get real: I’m not shooting for an August or Stella! level post. I’d just like to be somewhere north of Catch, if you know what I mean. And if it doesn’t work out, I can always blame the oil spill and rebrand my posts as tapas posts. Literary small plates. All the cool bloggers are doing it.
