I eat you, Miami...

to the tune of Johanna by Stephen Sondheim.



I eat you, Miami,
I eat you,
I was half convinced I'd waken,
satisfied enough to dream you
Happily i was mistaken
Miami...
I'll eat you, Miami
I'll eat you...


I'll eat you, Miami
I'll eat you...
Are there chickens in that kitchen?
'Cause they call it Chicken Kitchen.
I am finding all your rice boss
Buried sweetly in your curry sauce...


I eat you, Miami
your Cuban, I'll eat, too,
all your snapper and your stone crab claws
sweet, sweet plantains in my happy jaws...

The key is lime.

I've been to Miami. Twice. Why didn't I run into these down there? Thanks for bringing them back with you, Paul!



Despite (or because of) the four types of sugar (sugar, corn syrup, invert sugar, invertase), these are pretty tasty.



Sure, they could use more lime on the inside and more chocolate on the outside (why not enrobe?), but they're moist and dense and sweetly charming. Just like you.