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Breasts
September 14, 2007

I am up to my eyeballs in breasts.

Which is a line The Husband has been dying to use for years. *snort*

But these are chicken breasts. 275 of them. And in the middle of my dealing with said breasts someone in The Client's social circle called and asked if it would be too late to change to salmon.


Said breasts are for tonight.


Too late? The Partner asked if they were joking - they were not - The Bride was just suddenly craving salmon. But if we couldn't change that was fine... she would deal.


She will deal, all right.

Posted by Foodwhore at September 14, 2007 04:34 PM

people. are. insane.

Posted by: SusanV at September 14, 2007 06:12 PM

I feel sorry for the groom. That level of obtuse selfishness is going to make for one unhappy marriage.

Posted by: nightwitch at September 14, 2007 06:59 PM

"I forgot to tell you, I've gone vegan. Can you do tofurkey instead?"

*ducks*

Hope the reception went OK.

Posted by: Dr Alice at September 14, 2007 09:30 PM

Lol, what a nut.

Posted by: Margarita at September 15, 2007 04:52 PM

And this sort of things is why when people tell me to go into catering or open a restaurant I tell them there is no effing way and point them to your blog! ;)

Posted by: Dianne at September 16, 2007 08:51 AM

Hi!

Love you and all, but, um, that epicurious ad on the left with the side slipping video action is giving my left eye a headache. Plus it's tough to read your prose with that thing sliding. HELP !!!

Biggles

Posted by: Dr. Biggles at September 16, 2007 01:06 PM

 
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