An Invitation to Dinner

I’d invite you and your wife to dinner but my wife’s cooking is, well, no winner. I guarantee that after the first bite my prediction will kill your appetite and in short time you’ll be speeding from your chair to the bathroom heaving. But if like me you had to sit and eat until your plate was clean of every morsel piled on it no matter how distasteful it appeared or how indigestible, my advice you’ll find most practical: wear your running shoes, spare the table.