>> Wednesday, August 3, 2011
I make no bones about the fact that I have the most wonderful family in existence. I’m sure yours is just peachy as well, but nonetheless, mine wins—at least in this neck of the blog-o-sphere—and especially since they allow for plenty of LTHL Dialogue entertainment at their expense…
Case in point: Last night at dinner with my wonderful older sister and equally as wonderful and even older brother-in-law.
Me: So that black pasta you’re eating is made with ink? Like from a squid?
Oliver: Uh huh.
Me: (pause)…does it taste like ink?
Oliver: I don’t know what ink tastes like. Try it and see.
Me: Oh, yes. Tastes like ink. A definite inky aftertaste.
Jessica: What? How do you know? When have you ever eaten ink?
Cara: Try it. Tastes like ink.
Cara: Now breathe out. Tastes like ink smells. Double sensory issue. Taste-smell combo.
Jessica: Like how gin tastes like pine trees?
Jessica: And angel food cake tastes like couch cushions?
Cara: Yes!—wait what?
Oliver: You are both crazy…but this tiramisu definitely has a hint of fireplace.