dorna! makes nice and RSVPs
To the misguided soul who sent me an invite to her Christmas par-tay with the not so subtle suggestion that I schlep along with a tray of my patented Cardiac Arrest Lasagna, a re-mixed P. J. O'Rourke quote, by way of response:After all, what is your host's purpose in having a party? Surely not for you to enjoy yourself; if that were their sole purpose, they'd have simply sentI would however, like to take this opportunity to remind you that I have not as yet received your annual offering of fruit cake. I checked twice, yours is definitely not in the pile. Whassup wit dat, I ask you?champagnevodka andwomenmen over to your place by taxi.
And no, you my peeps in northern climes, I eh talking 'bout that culinary atrocity; better used as bio-degradable(?) construction material whose R- factor I can only hazard a guess at; which you sadists Fed Ex to unsuspecting family members who don't make the "cool gift list" cut, troublesome business clients and ex-lovers. I get it - really. It's like the grown up version of Santa's coal, right? Cruel and unusual, people; cruel - and - unusual...
Rather, I'm talking about the dark moist boozy goodness that no Caribbean Christmas is complete without and which is guaranteed to yank even the most strong willed twelve-stepper off the wagon - The Black Cake. That explained, where my cake at woman?!
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