You're Eating What for Lunch?

Wednesday, April 12, 2006 | comments (4)
I don't think this would have ever been something I would have considered eating for lunch before I married Catherine. Now it's pretty standard afternoon fare for me.

Granny Smiths and sharp white cheddar cheese? Bagels with cream cheese and salmon? Neither of these combinations is really all that strange, I guess, but I might very well have turned up my nose at a plate like that ten years ago. Now it's a treat. Other culinary delights I've come to appreciate as a direct result of knowing Catherine and her family: sushi, dim-sum, Indian food, pâte a la viande (Canadian meat pastry thing), brie and various other cheeses, some that smell pretty bad. It seems the more refined my taste in cheese, the more I can tolerate the smell of feet.

One thing I still haven't gotten used to: peanut butter and banana sandwiches.

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Feet? Do you go around smelling people's feet Dave? Is this a fetish? And if so, did you take a whiff of mine when we spooned that one cold Alaskan night?


Posted by James on Apr 12, 2006 at 5:41:58 PM
I'll have you know that my foot fetish has nothing to do with my sense of smell, or my taste in cheese. As for Alaska, I'm trying to block that out!

Posted by Rothko on Apr 12, 2006 at 5:46:46 PM
Mmm, peanut butter and banana...

Posted by JP on Apr 12, 2006 at 6:49:08 PM
You guys are crazy with that stuff.

Posted by Rothko on Apr 12, 2006 at 11:07:26 PM
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