Today I eat the quiche of Liberty. The Statue is French and so is the food, via Germany. Both are immigrants, like most of our ancestors.
I eat the quiche of liberty so that we may eat cheese and worship as we please.
I eat the quiche of liberty that we may live unfettered by racism, sexism, and the tyranny of self-serving rich politicians.
I eat the quiche of liberty with the huddled masses of the Emma Lazarus – with bacon, cheese, onions, mushrooms, spinach, and Gruyere, all held together in the crust of community.
I eat the quiche of liberty and believe there is enough to eat if we cut slices for each other and share.