Custard and Mustard Cover

The AC was straining to keep the place cool. We needed to get some fresh air, hit a pool. Out came the flip-flops, a towel for the beach, when Tara called “Carlos! Go get your leash!”

Hamburgers sizzling, funnel cakes drizzling, barkers who bark while hawkers cry “Eat!” “Custard and Mustard! Hot corn! Pizza pie! Papayas! Tamales! Ain’t nothin’ won’t fry!”