Do you know where you are?
You're in the jungle, baby.
And you're gonna die.
If the kiddies are good, a cookout with the 'Fesser's homemade boudin blanc* when we read this next week. If not, the boudin noir. Pedagogically sound, in that the whole point of the damn book is that while sausage is icky, capitalism is much ickier. I'll shut up about work now. Pleased to learn of a graphic novel version of this tale.
*I have had good luck with the Panisse sausage receipts.