Last weekend Dad came to visit, and among the things he brought, one included a small plastic canister of bruschetta, a tasty Italian treat that we’d recently had spread on our toast at home. Sometime yesterday Matt was standing at the fridge looking inward and commented:
“Oh, I’ve been meaning to try that salsa your dad brought.”
“Salsa?” I peer inside. “Oh, that’s not salsa, that’s bruschetta.”
“What?”
“You spread it on toast or something. It’s Italian. It’s good.”
“The bottle says salsa on it.”
“I know, that just an old bottle my mom put the bruschetta in.”
Silence. Matt gets a confused look on his face, his brow all scrunched up.
“Can it be used like salsa?”
Take note, friends. Study this being, for he has somehow enabled himself to take classes that require almost no outside work, leaving ample time for many racquetball adventures weekly. And of course, the napping.
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as a matter of semantics, it is my understanding that bruschetta is a combo of crusty, toasted bread AND a tomatoey/EVOO mixture with the obligatory spices. so maybe you just have brusc in your fridge, or perhaps hetta?
also, nice tasseled pillow. shopping as the pier1 even in your collegiate state…quite dangerous…
kevO…hey really nice meeting you. glad we got to hang out even if it was only a little while. hope ill be seeing you again maybe this summer?
Matt… hes so hot right now… Matt.