July 8th, 2003 at 7:08 pm
refusing to be defined by my snacks
Posted in: General
Since I placed my desire for a cheese-on (toast) yesterday on the record, I have had to face the accusation that I am food obsessed and/or prone to writing about snacks.
A highly selective reading of the subject matter hitherto addressed, I would respond.
So I won’t mention the luscious lamb shanks with creamy polenta and roasted quinces I ate last night. Or the lovely, lovely rubarb and apple flan extravaganza. Or the smooth, smooth merlot which accompanied the food.
That might provide grist to the mill, so to speak.
However I will mention how much I enjoyed having dinner with my comrade, Damien. It’s been a hard won friendship in many ways, but it has stood the test of time.
So, to you Sir, t’was a sparkling evening indeed. Thank you.
My problem with the obsessional food oration is that I usually get to experience it at least twice (and you know how much I hate the rehash).
July 9th, 2003 at 12:21 pmDon’t listen to her Marita, the food oration is nice (and normal!) Your dinner souns just lovely, as indeed does a nice, well-made cheese-on. Yum.
At least you are still in the realms of normality with your tastes and haven’t spent the past 6 weeks obsessively eating ice cubes, banana yogos and fresh pears (swear to God, that’s all I want these days).
July 14th, 2003 at 4:42 pm