Today I heard a new one. While sitting in front of this very computer screen with the television set in the room turned on and tuned in to The People's Court, I watched a case in which the plaintiff's name was Mahogany Pondexter.
I thought this was a significant enough event to blog about.
Tells you a lot about how boring and mundane my life is.
If Putz in Utah were still around, and I'm not saying he isn't, he would probably be laughing.
On a happier note, today is the 19th birthday of one of my grandsons, Noah, who went to Kenya last summer. His parents invited us to dinner last night at their house. Noah's father, our second son, has become quite the cook. He has found cooking to be a creative and relaxing way to leave the stresses of the daily workplace far behind.
He said so himself.
I do find it interesting that Mrs. RWP's father ran restaurants in Philadelphia and North Carolina.
Last night Noah's father prepared this:
which he called Chicken Breast stuffed with Caramelized Onion, Mushroom, Asparagus Spears and Smoked Gouda Cheese, served with a side of Brown Rice tossed with Rotella and Feta Cheese.
As Sally Anne Howes and a couple of children sang in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang in a different context altogether, it was Truly Scrumptious! (3:20).
That's enough of the Initial Capitals on Every Important Word for one post.
If you are vegetarian or vegan, try to imagine the look and flavors of the meal without the chicken.
Life isn't really so bad after all, especially when you consider the alternative.
No matter what your name is.
A belated happy birthday to Noah.
ReplyDeleteAnd this vegetarian thinks some of that dish does indeed look scrumptious.
Not only does the food look delicious but he has plated it like an artist. He can cook for me any time.
ReplyDeleteYou should never read foodie posts when you're hungry. I really want to taste that chicken - my imagination just won't do.
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