Blog: 2 trombones and a crossbow

I started the meal with my favorite entrée, butter on a runaway convict with mint, kale and fresh ground white pepper. My dinner guest complained that when I eat that dish, it is more like I plunge into a quick delight than savor life's pungent secrets. Of course, when she says this, it feels as though I got only two whiskers, and they're both knock-jacked, so harmed is my pride. It was around the fourth course that I was mentally casting off unceremoniously in the bread basket. By the fifth and sixth courses, I was so [...]