The Father, The Son or The Bombolini?
Boriana's Corner -it's not just for Ceci anymore..
I used to feel sorry for Boriana and her little corner full of Italian imports tucked inside The Holy Name of Local Foods Temple in San Francisco. She didn't attract as many worshippers the other stores. Occasionally I would wander in and pay my respects to the Ceci, but I confess, I wouldn't stay long. One day Boriana set up an altar dedicated to Bombolini in the aisle and then the believers came flocking. Some preyed on the chocolate, others prayed for custard, but me? I bow down before you, oh Raspberry Bombolini, anointed with sugar. I bow down before you, Raspberry Bombolini, yeasty, chewy and oh lordy. Forget second comings, I want thirds and fourths and infinitums... Raspberry Bombolini, you are my chosen one, you are greater than any god, you are the BEST
PS - Spell Checker told me to spell it 'worshipers' so I told it to bog off.