Not sure what the guy was the patron of, never could find out. But 18 June is his day.
Ma Wetzel was preparing dinner, a roast of some kind. After all, it was Sister, fellow vegetarian, who suggested, “Dead cow: the other white meat.”
Ma Wetzel popped her roasted thing out of the oven, a garnish fell off, and I handily noted this. Then I plucked the mushroom cap up from the floor, and asked, “Should I just stick this back on?”
“Oh yes.”
They’ll never know, right?
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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