Here's one. Imagine a lovely banquet. It's dead of winter. The little
German restaraunt is a doggone classic, nestled in the brutal hills
above Trier. I wear my most fabulous rabbit fur vest over a cranberry
outfit. Someone says that I look like "Conan the warrior with
breasts."

With a flourish, as I sit next to the boss of my boss, the waiter
presents a trout. Whole. With eyes. The poor little mouth, with its
gaping, fishy lips seems to say to me in a plaintive voice: "Why me,
Conan lady?"

I'll never forget the crunch of little fishy neck bones as I was
graciously taught to remove that head. I shuddered, gave it a decent,
even reverent, burial under a large piece of butter lettuce before I
tore into that tasty sucker like a fullback at a Las Vegas
all-you-can-eat-buffet.

Most satisfyin'. Most difficult.

Tomorrow, I'll tell you about the baby birds.

I remember the whole fish well but I nver ordered it.


Ludmillia wrote:
> Here's one. Imagine a lovely banquet. It's dead of winter. The little
> German restaraunt is a doggone classic, nestled in the brutal hills
> above Trier. I wear my most fabulous rabbit fur vest over a cranberry
> outfit. Someone says that I look like "Conan the warrior with
> breasts."
>
> With a flourish, as I sit next to the boss of my boss, the waiter
> presents a trout. Whole. With eyes. The poor little mouth, with its
> gaping, fishy lips seems to say to me in a plaintive voice: "Why me,
> Conan lady?"
>
> I'll never forget the crunch of little fishy neck bones as I was
> graciously taught to remove that head. I shuddered, gave it a decent,
> even reverent, burial under a large piece of butter lettuce before I
> tore into that tasty sucker like a fullback at a Las Vegas
> all-you-can-eat-buffet.
>
> Most satisfyin'. Most difficult.
>
> Tomorrow, I'll tell you about the baby birds.

wrote:
> I remember the whole fish well but I nver ordered it.
>
>
> The good German restaraunts had their own fish ponds or tanks. They'd catch, clean and cook them to order. It was a rule that when fishing, you had to gut and clean the fish right at the fishing spot. I never went fishing, not even as a member of the booster club. Bad enough to see those slimy, flopping river chickens, let alone...ugh.