Our Long Time Catered Chef

Our long time catered chef... prepared a meal fit for (psst... me) a king Actually professional cook (trained since infancy) long a staple of our family since... oh way before my bubba's zayda's time naturally became (according to rules of primogeniture) the feudal rule by which whole real estate of intestate passed to eldest son, i.e. yours truly automatically included: aide de camp, chambermaid, essential frisson gourmet hotelier, lion tamer, jack of all trades. Thus surprise meal of mid/late afternoon May 17th, 2080 constituted: gluten free pasta (celiac raged rampant one generation to the next), vegan cheese, V8 juice, diced onions and garlic, and steeped with special ingredient – namely tlc, not available anywhere but, just enough tender loving care to buzzfeed the whole mishpacha, which gathered from far and wide every Sunday afternoon since Moses parted the Red Sea. How glorious to feast upon: delicious smelling than tasting, humongous apportioned splendiferous concoction conglomeration ofttimes referred to as popslop, which general household name lacks culinary delicacy, and honorary specificity. The meal made manifold more appreciative after a hard day's night sleeping within an ornate bedchamber comprising our lofty abode upon groggily awakening each morning, I betook sweeping view out uppermost bay window pleasant view of Schwenksville proper, (which I accomplished with flying colors eight days a week) experiencing vibrant dreams constituting living social the life of Riley. After adequately supping on repast which if any leftovers got repurposed for next sumptuous meal, either one prepared later that same day, or come the morrow promised taste buds to experience out of this (Martian) world another savory experience fit for none other than king of schnorrers! Contrary to popular belief hen pecking mother goose, nor her ilk of coterie of four and twenty blackbirds purportedly baked in a pie completely groundless supposition crust a stale rumor circulating courtesy deluxe twenty first century technological and ecological (of course) invidious rumor mill.