Tonight Kelli and I took her parents to dinner because they are taking our high maintenance dogs for a couple days so they get some attention. I’ve been in class all week and will only get one day off in two weeks time.
Kelli and I shared prime rib and crab (well, she had a small piece of crab and about three bites of prime rib and I had access to the rest). Kelli asked her mom if she wanted a piece of meat to try. Kelli’s mom ate a bite of it and Mom said that it was probably the best steak she’s had in a long time. Kelli mentioned that she herself didn’t really like prime rib as much as other cuts of meat but it was easier to digest. Kelli’s mom countered with “oh it’s so tender.”
This is when I said “Oh yes, it’s so soft and buttery and melt in your mouth. It’s like eating a baby.”
Mom’s mouth fell open and she shuddered a bit before understanding that I was kidding. She then explained that when I had said it she could picture a baby spitted and rotating over a flame. I said “oh the hardest part is wedging an apple in its tiny mouth.”
Luckily, upon second thought, she thought I was pretty funny. However, the first thought was one of true horror.
This is, for good or ill, not an uncommon experience with me.