Sunday September 4th 2011 Tim Candler
The one test subject sat down to
address 'Wax Gourd And Little Bit of Chicken Chat Masala' with a
positive frame, but upon hearing the expression 'Gelatinous Hunks of
Fat' from the other test subject it became harder and harder to
concentrate upon relationships between spleen and related organs.
Then this morning, it would seem to
me that somewhere inside, disgruntlement and a mumbling dominate. Lack
of rain possibly. Sevin Dust on the Eggplant maybe. Or it could
be a reaction to colorful ice cream. Either way yesterday's six
hours in the kitchen gets a D-. And here, incidentally, the F grade is
reserved for meals that end in the back of an ambulance.