the queso blanco

The Grilled Cheese Camorra (redux)

Henry found Mao, Fidel and his mother at the foot of the bed. They sat cross legged on the floor. Castro held a cast iron pan up for the Chairman’s approval.

The Chairman said, “Your mother is teaching us to make grilled cheese sandwiches with just the proper char, Henry.” Fidel turned to Henry and hummed approval.

Henry’s mother said the secret was in the breast milk wash of the bread, and the queso blanco.

“Always use white cheese,” mother said.

They dissolved into a mist, spiraled about the ceiling fan, and floated down in a mushroom cloud of hiss.

“All art is propaganda … but not all propaganda is art.”

— George Orwell / “Charles Dickens”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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