"We are the music makers,
and we are the dreamers of dreams."
-Arthur O'Shaughnessy
We will make and consume a Mr. N.
Words cannot adequately describe the incomparable glory and majesty of this stunning food item. It is fire and ice, humility and pride. Its praises have been sung by angels and demons alike. Some have hypothesized that it is the mana that fed the twelve tribes...
[read more] "We are the music makers,
and we are the dreamers of dreams."
-Arthur O'Shaughnessy
We will make and consume a Mr. N.
Words cannot adequately describe the incomparable glory and majesty of this stunning food item. It is fire and ice, humility and pride. Its praises have been sung by angels and demons alike. Some have hypothesized that it is the mana that fed the twelve tribes in the desert - delivered from on high by he who IS.
Now _you_ have the opportunity to participate in Mr. N. The ingredients have been preparing themselves.
Æons ago, while lightning storms raged across soupy seas, the seeds of Mr. N were sewn. The first simple bacteria formed themselves into a chunky block, roughly 9"x13", hoping preconsciously that they were ready to be baked at 350 for 45 minutes and emerge a golden paradigm of edibility. Many primitive lifeforms followed their example for billions of years, hoping that they might be deemed fit for integration into the Mr. N.
Today we have them ready: Corn chips, Cheeses, Bell Peppers, Serranos, Chicken, Beef, Garlic, Beans and a myriad of spices, condiments and other auxiliary ingredients. Each alone is but a simple component - a lone lego piece, useless, separate and indistinguishable as an element comprising that giant kickass Millennium Falcon situated on the mantle. Combined, these ingredients form the most glorious culinary event to occur this side of the 22'nd century.
Come be a part of the magic. Come help prepare and eat the Mr. N.
We'll be going well into the night. Come hang out whenever you're available to partake in the awesomeness.
