I smoked banana threads and corn fritters, cumin and allspice and the blackest black tea in a pie plate heated with a Zippo. I wrote my hockey card wish-list on the back of Eat More candy bar wrappers hoping beyond hope that the wishes would be granted; but they never were, so I burned down the corner store with the same Zippo I used to heat the bottom of pie plates, the one next to the Hasidic butcher who opened on Saturdays but asked me not to tell, or spend all my milk-money on Eat Mores and Fritters.
