|I note with interest that Trader Joe's is not merely
your run of the mill source for festive holiday gifts, but they've gone
the extra mile and made themselves "a delicious source
for festive holiday gifts..."
Delicious source? Is that their way of saying, "Eat me!"?
Then there's the comment about the deliciousness of American
Express...which pretty much moves the weirdness meter into the red zone.
I'm not sure whether all this is scary or
comforting. For now, I guess I'll allow myself to be cautiously
reassured by the knowledge that, somewhere in 'Merica, there are people
whose job it is to consume the solidified discharge from goat mammaries
and reach a conclusion like...
"Say...this is certainly one of
the most unique cheese presentations I've seen all year!"
perhaps the most reassuring discovery of all is the happy news that,
"This high quality goat cheese is very friendly to a nice
Hey, I don't
know about you, but that certainly takes a load off my mind. I mean, when you go to all the
trouble of having a nice
presentation, you don't want your goat cheese making unfriendly remarks
to it, like, "Yo' mama wears army boots!", or "ESADMF", or
"May the fleas of 1,000 camels nest in the crotch of your firstborn!"
No...you want your goat cheese to be friendly
to your presentations:
nice to see you.
Why, thank you!
Don't mention it. By the way, I'm cheese...eat me.
makes me want to do some "holiday entertaining" this year, just so I
can walk up to my guests with a tray of this stuff and say,
"Here...have some convenient
medallions of goat cheese."
If they balk,
I can reassure them, "Don't worry...they're friendly!"