Beauty is Imperfection

(Originally posted Thursday, July 03, 2008 )

–*Your pot roast was seething

–*Your cupcakes were Brobdingnagian

–*The sauce bearnaise was clinical in the best sense

–*The shallots had the fearsome quality of moral idiocy

–*The capers tickled like the wings of a smutty harpy, and hit their targets with deadly, emasculating accuracy

–*The beurre blanc sauce rose beneath vulgarity

–*The venison tartare was Jack Londonesque

–*The blanched endives were greatly satirical

–*The Lachryma Christi suffered from too much passion but at last had a woody finish

–*The butternut squash was refreshingly jejune

–*The Twinkies were the very spirit of post-Einsteinian irrationality that was the zeitgeist of 20th century cuisine

–*The Freedom Fries…long may they sizzle

Thanks to PJ for noticing that I’ve been sore for three days. I have a sprain of some sort in my neck that has made sleeping very uncomfortable and turning my head to look for traffic almost impossible. If I am hit by a bus, you’ll know why. I am not complaining. I internalize my pain like any good upright moral Christian.