Feta, Honey, And Black Pepper
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Real is so much better than fake. Every time, in fact.
On Friday night, we went to see Aztec Two-Step in concert. If you don't know who they are, just never mind. It'll just take too long to explain how we walked on the crust of the earth before it hardened and how we saddled dinosaurs to ride the range. Take it on faith: they're a music duo from the psychedelic age.
They were doing the Simon & Garfunkel songbook. Which turned out to be sort of weird, sort of a bad night of karaoke with two stoners and a couple guitars. They forgot the words to "Bridge Over Troubled Water." I mean, come on. If you're going to do the S & G bit, you gotta know those words. I believe I could even pull them out of my age-addled memory.
Occasionally, the duo would break into their own stuff--and then, holy cow, it was (and I mean this in the best sense of the word) groovy. Because it was real: two guys, now in their mid-60s, on the road for years, playing crazy music, just the real stuff, no pretension.
Like my new favorite treat--which is real and really comfortable.