Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The Stakes That She Didn't Hammer

I started the meal with my favorite entrée, butter on a runaway convict with mint, kale and fresh ground white pepper. My dinner guest complained that when I eat that dish, it is more like I plunge into a quick delight than savor life's pungent secrets. Of course, when she says this, it feels as though I got only two whiskers, and they're both knock-jacked, so harmed is my pride. It was around the fourth course that I was mentally casting off unceremoniously in the bread basket. By the fifth and sixth courses, I was so giddy that I ordered a brand new suit made of earthenware dishes over the phone. As the seventh course came to a close, I was demonstrating the famous tumbling armchair. My knee still hurts.

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