Occasionally, when his sales managers are in town, My Beloved has dinner out with them and I'm on my own to scrounge supper out of the fridge. I don't much like to cook when it's just me.On a recent occasion, I considered and rejected poached eggs on toast, repurposed (love that word!) pork loin and plannedover turkey breast sandwich. All were fine, sure, why not, okay - but none were truly tempting.
Rummaging through the crisper drawer, I struck metaphorical gold - three celery sticks - the goldy-green ones that are near the center of the head.
Eureka! Slather a little super chunky peanut butter down the centers and you have a snacky dinner worth waxing literary about!
Such staging for your photo! Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteI feel the only defense against metastatic corporate jargon is to use it ironically- or repurpose it, if you will.
ReplyDeleteCookiecrumb, actually a towel that a friend gave me, with a quote from "Pride and Prejudice." Don't ask me why it was to hand in the kitchen when I took the picture!
ReplyDeletePeter, brilliantly tongue-in-cheek. Love it!
Love the bee on the plate!
ReplyDeleteVicki, I get more compliments on those plates than any others! Just caught up on your blog - glad the fires didn't reach you last month!
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