the ancient mariner
Was at a friends house—- he and I were at the kitchen table reviewing and lending our thoughts on the latest
important decisions that had to be made by the folks in Washington. We just happened to be sipping two bourbon Manhattans at the time, makes decision making easier.
At the same time his bride of over 50 years was getting dinner ready——she was scrubbing the baking potatoes with a brush and soap.
I didn’t see that in Julie and Julia or on The Frugel Gourmet or the Galloping Gourmet or any place else—–
I didn’t want to embarass the lovely lady but i didn’t eat the skin that night.
Isn’t that a little much? —especially for a guy who used to throw a mickey into the open fire.
Surely you can’t be serious.
I am serious and don’t call me Shirley.