Take 31.5: Bon Appetite!
...Food is NOT a Philosophy; leastways for THIS guy. A pleasant recreation, maybe, to be enjoyed and shared amongst my (your) - if you have any - most recent friends (on the road/travelling factor).
Those who CAN tolerate my (your) wacky Bohemian receipes and who do NOT succumb to food poisoning, HEP C., ate the bad grape, drank too much vino, forgot to say; "When!" -when you poured 'em the Grappa...well?
Desserts? JUST desserts?
"Some like it Hot!"
Some? -just Sweet.
Deserved?
PUR-LEEZE! (Can I have some more?)
You got it, numb-nuts!
Ollie Twist? Oliver Twist & Shout? HE'S A BITER!!!
You betcha! -"Pass the Oporto. Feather up, young-un!"
A good circle at the dinner table will - take a moment from grazing - ALWAYS illuminate/illustrate to you just who your culinary bed fellows are. No need to wait fot the "belch".
Cleopatra & Marc Anthony once wagered, as in fact some more RECENT nouveau-riche Plebes have...on just how much money you can spend on one meal!
$250,000?
Dinner, I guess (including a case of Chateau Petrus).
If it was breakfast? They'd be protein wiped out after the Caviar, Kippers, bacon, toast & Marmalade and a dozen Sunny-Sides-Up!
(Thoughts of Monty Python's "Mr Creasote" come to mind.)
When I was young(ER) I thought nothing if breakfast consisted of Bollinger & 6 oysters on the half shell.
Older now; a 6 pack of crap beer and some "Tuna Helper, SANS TUNA" somehow suffices; leastways, till I can hustle some old pal for a decent lunch!
In World War 2 England, food was rationed and British housewives, in addition to having to take care of the kids and put up with their miserable - "I gotta bad foot otherwise I would'a gone an fought the Nazis" husbands...were subjected to sucking the "dick" of the local butcher JUST to put meat on the table...
Butchers? DON'T get me started! In times fair or foul; some with a sword? Some with a Ration card...
Every time I see old film footage of Churchill, Gen. Montgomery, Gen. Eisenhower or some prick wearing medals...I think of the sacrifices those un-sung heroes, those GALS made.
No medals.
Queuing for potatoes. Queuing for oranges. Queuing for a banana. Queuing. Queuing.
History? Art?
It is as well ALL film footage from that epoch is mostly IN black and white.
Cleopatra and Marc-Anthony? Forget the romance. They had a "just" end.
....Today, I ran into €20.00 I didn't expect. I went to the Macellaria (butchers) on the Via Campagna and bought €4.00 of beef for Ghoulash.
I paid the bill. I smiled. I didn't say "thank you".
The butcher said, in farewell: "Bon appetite!"
c. 2012/february/davedelacroix/lord Borgo/too cold to busk/fridge full of goodies/Ten Year After: "I'm goin home!"...:)
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