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September 8, 2015
Sweet Meteor of Global Extinction, hear our prayer!
How does the food taste? To ask that is to miss the point of Through Itself.This food is not designed to be eaten, an incidental process. It is designed to make your business rival claw his eyes out. It could be a yacht, a house, or a valuable, rare, and miniature dog. But I can tell you that the cornet of salmon â world famous in canapé circles â is crisp and light and I enjoyed it; that there are six kinds of table salt and two exquisite lumps of butter, one shaped like a miniature beehive and another shaped like a quenelle; that a salad of fruits and nuts has such a discordant splice of flavors it is almost revolting; that the lamb is good; and that, generally, the food is so overtended and overdressed I am amazed it has not developed the ability to scream in your face, walk off by itself, and sulk in its room. [Criticism] | A Goose in a Dress, by Tanya Gold | Harper's Magazine
Posted by gerardvanderleun at September 8, 2015 12:56 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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Come lovely and soothing death,
Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving,
In the day, in the night, to all, to each,
Sooner or later delicate death.
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at September 8, 2015 7:48 PM
Oh fer crissakes just grab a burger and shut up.
JWM
Posted by: John M at September 8, 2015 11:18 PM
Aim it a DC!
Posted by: Vermont Woodchuck at September 10, 2015 3:21 AM