On the impossibility of marriage

Sunday, Guillemette invited a few people for dinner. She was creating a meal for blog-appetit. Lamb and peas were the necessary ingredients. The meal was delicious. It started with a tart of tapenade of olive, leaks cooked in white wine, and goat cheese. The crust was impossibly flakey, as if it barely held before crumbling in your mouth. The main dish was a lamb curry with peas served with a mix of brown rice and cilantro. The lamb was incredibly tender.

Catherine served. Pia declined cilantro on her rice. She said she only liked the way cilantro was used in South American cooking. She felt that in the United States they used too much of it. Catherine compensated by loading my rice with cilantro.

We talked about Hotel Rwanda, the Jackson Trial, the demonstrations in China, and mothers with respect to significant others. On the tail end of a conversation bridging the last two subjects, Berit made a comment about automobiles and China. Someone asked what she had said. And then, like a shouting match version of telephone, her words came to be, "Who would ever want to marry Eugene?" People laughed. Berit looked around the table in surprise, then lowered her head and smiled. "Yes, that's what I said," she said. Then, misquoting herself: "Who would ever want to marry Eugene?" Posted by eku at April 12, 2005 9:50 AM