A Brief Apology, And Then We Eat
My sincere apologies to all those who come here for more than knitting and cat fare. I promise that I will eventually get back to other subjects. I am briefly intoxicated with the heady thrills of camera ownership and Olympic Challenge; I can't promise that I'll think of much else for the next 16 days, but I will make the attempt.
A moment of Food Porn excitement:
Yesterday the Pirate came home from work bearing Tidings of Great Import.
His department had been rewarded for excellence by being taken to a Really Nice Restaurant for lunch.
He had foolishly believed that the word 'Special' meant 'less expensive', and in an attempt to seem less-than-profligate with the company's money, ordered the Sole. The Sole, which has to be flown in fresh from the coast to this, the belly-button of our rather large continent. He was rather shocked to find that he'd ordered one of the most expensive entrees.
That's why I love him. He managed to get to our advanced age and still remain an Innocent.
He *did* enjoy his $25 fish ("It came with Shrubbery")...
To compound the offense, he ordered dessert. Red Velvet Cake, because that sounded modest. He obviously learned nothing from the Fish Incident.
Other people's desserts came out in reasonably-sized portions. HIS cake came out in a 5-lb. slab. I kid you not... he ate half, and brought the rest home to me. In a box that measured 9in x 7in x 2.5in., and the slab took up at least half of it.
I ate some last night. I ate some more later last night. I ate some this morning, and pushed it around a bit. Maybe there would be less there if I changed the perspective?
No.
I ate more this afternoon, and pushed it around a bit again, just in case. It's really good, but this is ridiculous...
I am STILL not done.
This is the Neverending Cake. I am considering donating it to Science...
A moment of Food Porn excitement:
Yesterday the Pirate came home from work bearing Tidings of Great Import.
His department had been rewarded for excellence by being taken to a Really Nice Restaurant for lunch.
He had foolishly believed that the word 'Special' meant 'less expensive', and in an attempt to seem less-than-profligate with the company's money, ordered the Sole. The Sole, which has to be flown in fresh from the coast to this, the belly-button of our rather large continent. He was rather shocked to find that he'd ordered one of the most expensive entrees.
That's why I love him. He managed to get to our advanced age and still remain an Innocent.
He *did* enjoy his $25 fish ("It came with Shrubbery")...
To compound the offense, he ordered dessert. Red Velvet Cake, because that sounded modest. He obviously learned nothing from the Fish Incident.
Other people's desserts came out in reasonably-sized portions. HIS cake came out in a 5-lb. slab. I kid you not... he ate half, and brought the rest home to me. In a box that measured 9in x 7in x 2.5in., and the slab took up at least half of it.
I ate some last night. I ate some more later last night. I ate some this morning, and pushed it around a bit. Maybe there would be less there if I changed the perspective?
No.
I ate more this afternoon, and pushed it around a bit again, just in case. It's really good, but this is ridiculous...
I am STILL not done.
This is the Neverending Cake. I am considering donating it to Science...
posted by Eileen at 1:09 PM
6 Comments:
Mmmmmm...cake.
Oh, you obviously got a takeout cake box of plenty. It may never be empty!
I don't know. With a teenage boy around the house, I don't see how it could stay full forever. He'd get to it eventually.
When we visited restaurants in the US - pao and I shared a meal between us because we had too much food to eat but that dessert sounds like something which would have defeated us!
enough cake pics and let's have some Eileen, Scott and Bren pics! :)
Sis, stop trying to steal my soul!!
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