The Man Who Came To Dinner

"Thin mint?"
"I couldn't eat another bite."
Luckily, before I could explode all over the Ogdens' lovely dining room table, the group began to rise and make with the thank yous and goodbyes.

As Mara helped squeeze me into the driver's seat of my car I vowed never to eat that much again. At least not until I can get myself invited to dinner at the home of another five-star chef.

Any takers?

By Barry Levine

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