(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.
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