"Try this," said Colman, offering a platter of sliced, fried meat.
"What is it?," asked Mark.
"Try it," urged Colman. Mark took a tentative taste. "Bull's balls," said Colman.
Mark glared balefully at the platter. "I have to have something that I won't eat," he said, taking a big gulp of wine. Sputtering, he spat it out.
"That bad?," asked Jonathan.
"No," said Mark, "but it's not Baby Jesus sliding down your throat in velvet slippers."
That passage came from page 286 of Ruth Reichl's engaging memoir. I almost finished with it so I should be posting my impressions of it soon.
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Hmm this sounds interesting.
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That is intriguing. I'd never heard of this book before.
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