Posted by Bent Twigg on March 06, 2000 at 09:32:03:
In Reply to: Re: The Well Traveled Dinner posted by Miss Marcia on March 06, 2000 at 08:50:38:
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: : Ah, Miss Marcia (chew, swallow, sip of wine, dab chin with napkin), I knew this was to be a fine meal when I first laid eyes on it. But it is remarkably better when eaten in the presence of such a beautiful hostess sitting at the head of the table in a most gracious and elegant home than it would be consumed in the unsettling environment of the Dutch establishment. Permit me to compliment you on your outstanding cullinary skills as well as on your charm and intelligence. Am I to understand that you maintain this excellent home by yourself, alone and unaided by any stronger arm to lean on?
: : Major Effingham
: My Dear, Esteemed Major, thank you so very much for your most gracious compliments. I am most gratified to hear that you have enjoyed the little dinner I whipped up for you, and that you consider my little home to be elegant and comfortable.
: Yes, alas, I do maintain my home and my Famous DownHome Kitchen by myself. Though I have had my share of courtly gentlemen callers, I have not yet made any choices on a permanent basis, that being a most serious decision, and not to be made lightly. Some say I am a breed apart, and make no sense, but I'm perfectly happy to remain an independent lady, until such time as I'm am completely certain of my choices.
: Would you care for an afterdinner drink, Major? I have some lovely blackberry brandy I've been saving for a special occasion. Let me pour you a glass, and you can relax here by the fire. I'll join you in few moments, after seeing to the tidying up of the kitchen.
: No one else really wants an afterdinner brandy, do they? DweebieBentonSheBeeholder? Didn't think so. Goodnight all, see you soon. So long, so long, out you go, aaaand bye-bye! There. All quiet now, Major. I'll fetch that blackberry brandy for you.
: *la, la, la* *soft humming, and the sound of a nice, BIG snifter of brandy being poured*
Well, now if that don't beat all. After all we did for Miss Marcia - cleaning up her house and yard, bringing her dinner back after it got stolen by those no-good pranksters at JFC Fast Foods! Some fancypants uniform with a title pours a little honey into his conversation, and we get the bum's rush, just as slick as you please! Hummmpf! Well, nothing to be done about it now. Guess I'll never understand these women if I live to be a hundred.
Say, before we head back to town, let's take another look at the corncrib. That Simon Girty Major Effingham is so hot on catching is known to have slipped in there from time to time to get in out of the weather, and I just wonder. . . .
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