Wow What a Smell!

In the last few days I've eaten enough to kill! Last night was a three hour feeding frenzy with co-workers at Peerless in Knoxville...appetizers included fried cheese which the waitress poured brandy over and lit on fire at the table (beyond tasty but a bite or two was all most of us could do) , warm spinach dip with tortilla chips, and big, thick homemade onion rings stacked high (again, one was plenty).

My main course was crab cakes, cole slaw and a medley of mushrooms, peppers and onions. Dessert was a couple of bites of a shared snickers cheese cake! Not sure what my wine was because I took the suggestion from the banquet manager, whatever...it was luscious! We did a "chick" table and laughed for three hours...I'll leave it at that.

Which leads me to today...and "Wow, what a smell". After all the food yesterday I couldn't face another restaurant meal so I delved into my canvas bag containing my "end of the world stash"...food that would only truly appeal if I went careening off a cliff into the Big Sandy River with no hope of being found for days.

Tonight's selection was a feast for the senses...nearly all of them...and the Hampton Inn staff in Pikeville, KY is not likely to forget me for a very, very long time!Tonights highlight of a feast was a can of King Oscar, Mediterranian Style Sardines and a fistfull of triscuits, washed down with a can of Barq's Diet Rootbeer! For dessert I had a small box of raisens. In retrospect it probably is frightening.

It tasted pretty good going down but when I finished I became accutely aware of the overpowering stench of the sardines. I felt like my cat Pete must feel when he's trying to get some nasty thing off his feet when he's in the cat box! Stealing a plastic bag from one of the room trashcans I "buried" the evidence! God help the poor soul who enters this room tomorrow to tidy up. I'll have to leave a note explaining so she doesn't fear for her life! Even after double and triple knotting the bag there's still a lingering odor of something gone terribly, terribly wrong.

It must be a family thing because "he who shall remain unnamed" loves to buy a huge, cooked, stone crab when he's in Seattle and take it back to his room to devour like a wolf with a fresh carcass. I'm pretty sure when he's done there's not much evidence left. As for me, it's painfully obvious dinner was a desperation thing and there is blatant evidence it was neither a quick nor an easy kill!

It reminds me of the saying...It's easier to beg foregiveness than ask permission. I'm going to have to beg foregiveness!