Mrs H and I went to Friends of the Library semiannual used book sale today. We bought 19 volumes at $1 a pop, and on the bus ride home I read (pretty much all the way through in a mixture of English and Spanish)
Dialectología del Barrio, a Spanish-language essay on the linguistic features and influences of SW US Spanish, bound together with a really poorly edited English translation of itself. The English is so bad it's almost farsical, reminiscent of the English-for-Portuguese phrasebook entitled
English as She Is Spoke. Little if any theological content or ramifications. Also got a treatise on Russian grammar, a life of Irving Berlin, a linked somehow with the "The Cat Who..." mystery novels, several home-repair do-it-yourselfer guidebooks, etc.
Had a wonderful at the concession stand before the trek home. (The photo is someone else's product. Ballard Brothers' is much blacker, no greenery, and the onions are thoroughly caramelized.)