There once was a teacher named Erin,
Who could not stand to have her shelves barren,
Enchanted by Value Village galore,
She hopped on her bike once more,
To claim forty-nine cent shot glasses from Darren (sorry, couldn't think of a word that rhymes!)
Tiny tea cups and plates,
Oversized Elvis busts and decoupage crates,
All a sight to be hold
In her classroom that breaks all stuffy moulds!
Okay, sorry Erin, this does not obviously encapsulate how fantastic you are as a person, a teacher and now as a fellow diner! Join Erin and I this week as we venture in the realm of dangerous foods since we are off, off, off for March Break... yippee!
Who could not stand to have her shelves barren,
Enchanted by Value Village galore,
She hopped on her bike once more,
To claim forty-nine cent shot glasses from Darren (sorry, couldn't think of a word that rhymes!)
Tiny tea cups and plates,
Oversized Elvis busts and decoupage crates,
All a sight to be hold
In her classroom that breaks all stuffy moulds!
Okay, sorry Erin, this does not obviously encapsulate how fantastic you are as a person, a teacher and now as a fellow diner! Join Erin and I this week as we venture in the realm of dangerous foods since we are off, off, off for March Break... yippee!
Introduced to Anthony Bourdain by Mahna Mahna, Erin and I have discussed many of his finer qualities; great writer, adventurous foodie and a penchant for finding himself in the most uncomfortable and awkwardly entertaining of circumstances....
This is the woman who inspired me to blog! Check her out at: http://torontoyardsaler.blogspot.com/ Yee haw!
Oh my gosh - you are so awesome in awesomeness. Thanks for the poem. I'll cherish it always.
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to eat with you. I actually posted something on the Now article on another blog of mine: Five Ways to Disappear. It's linked on Yardsaler.
I bought caribou and fig pate at the St. Lawrence Market today.
Erin
P.S. I think we should just sit in the library and eat our lunch in front of the Smart Board watching Tony in various states of Tonyness.
ReplyDeleteChin Chin!
Man I feel like a woman.
E