larry rauson
02-13-2008, 07:34 PM
I cooked a wonderful tender rump roast for dinner last night. I smoked it outside over cherry and plum wood, then roasted it in a slow oven, basting frequently with a red wine, honey and balsamic reduction. My vegetable was fresh asparagus with butter and orange zest. To top everything off, I had a pan of portobellos and onions going with rosemary, ginger and evoo. I had planned to eat until I had an orgasm, or heart attack, which ever came first. Then the cell rang. My presence in the office had been requested early the next morning. As I'm old now and need my rest, there was no time for a big heavy meal. So I sliced some of that beautiful willing roast, poured some of that heavenly sauce on it and put it in a container. I put some of the asparagus in a ziplock bag, and of course, I did not forget the mushrooms and onions. My new plan was to eat a lunch until I had an orgasm or heart attack, which ever came first. On the way to the office the next morning, I stopped at the local bakery and got four slices of the most delectable Italian bread I'd ever seen. To skip to the chase, lunch time comes. I heat up my roast and vegetables in the micro, and make a sandwich, that even now, is making me cry and reminisce about the love that sandwich and I could have made.It would have been life affirming..
Now I've made this mistake before with a beautiful, juicy, not greasy, pastrami sandwich, with that spicy brown mustard, sweet coleslaw, and a pickle. The perfume of the pastrami drifted into my bosses office, and when I dipped out to get an orange soda, she tipped into my office and took a bite out of my hot, juicy, pastrami sandwich. Not just any bite, but a cartoon bite, perfectly round with teeth marks and everything. Needless to say I was morally outraged.
Until today I thought our boundary issues were settled. But, when I dipped out to get a grape soda, the perfume of the balsamic, the ginger, the rosemary, the orange, drifted into her office. It overwhelmed her reserve and she tipped into my office and took a bite of my dripping hot, smoked rump roast and mushroom sandwich. Not a regular bite, but a cartoon bite, perfectly round, wif teef marks and everything else.
Again I was morally outraged. But I refused to be denied my constitutional right to an orgasm or heart attack two days in a row. I gave her the half she'd bitten, and went about my business. I'll never take another beautiful sexy sandwich to work again.
ps. Fresh asparagus with evoo and orange zest should be eaten when prepared.
lpr
Now I've made this mistake before with a beautiful, juicy, not greasy, pastrami sandwich, with that spicy brown mustard, sweet coleslaw, and a pickle. The perfume of the pastrami drifted into my bosses office, and when I dipped out to get an orange soda, she tipped into my office and took a bite out of my hot, juicy, pastrami sandwich. Not just any bite, but a cartoon bite, perfectly round with teeth marks and everything. Needless to say I was morally outraged.
Until today I thought our boundary issues were settled. But, when I dipped out to get a grape soda, the perfume of the balsamic, the ginger, the rosemary, the orange, drifted into her office. It overwhelmed her reserve and she tipped into my office and took a bite of my dripping hot, smoked rump roast and mushroom sandwich. Not a regular bite, but a cartoon bite, perfectly round, wif teef marks and everything else.
Again I was morally outraged. But I refused to be denied my constitutional right to an orgasm or heart attack two days in a row. I gave her the half she'd bitten, and went about my business. I'll never take another beautiful sexy sandwich to work again.
ps. Fresh asparagus with evoo and orange zest should be eaten when prepared.
lpr