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January 16, 2008

Birth and Dining

Jeri said we could eat anywhere, so of course I suggested the SLC Spaghetti Company, or Market Street _____, or hell, even foraging through the fridge in my brother Kerry's office. After hours of hearing me whine and carry on like the two year old I had turned, she ordered me to Takamatsu where:

We had drinks

Then Jeri's array of vegetables arrived:

As did part of my fish:


After I had eaten this portion as well:

Jeri had already abandoned ship:

Granted, while I was forced to spend the remainder of the evening repeatedly vomiting in my mouth from the over engorgement, and sitting with my pants completely undone, Jeri was able to continue to snack on her truffles.

Contrived by Joshua at January 16, 2008 09:22 AM

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I repeatedly smelled our fish dinner while I sat through Mr. Perlmans soft violin.

Posted by: doodle at January 17, 2008 09:48 AM

I was so looking forward to my Chef Boyardee, Cheesy Burger Ravioli, then I saw these images.

Posted by: kerry at January 17, 2008 11:22 AM

Mother never allowed us to eat Chef Boyardee growing up, so I try to honour her wishes still. (Other desires, I have failed miserably (either by choice, kizmet, or a combination thereof).)

Doodle however, finds it to be an exquisite delight.

(My Dad shuddered when I spoke of canned menudo...but he relaxed when he realized I wasn't speaking of the canned tamales.)

Posted by: Joshua at January 19, 2008 03:23 PM

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