Can I get a resounding “Amen“?
It’s been a long day, and I’m very tired, but there’s no way I’m going to miss our weekly visit to the Think Tank.
Since my brain fell asleep a few hours ago, this week’s topic might be a little sillier than usual, but it’s still bound to inspire Deep Thoughts.
After all, this blog is all about making you laugh as well as think.
Grab your toga and meet me out in the Think Tank. Just give me a little nudge in the ribs if you catch me drifting off. Thanks!
This week’s topic: If you could have dinner with any person from history, what would you have to eat? Also, how would you handle the bill? Would you pay it? Leave it for your guest? Go Dutch? Dine and dash?
I know you expected me to ask who you would invite to this meal, but that question is so played out, Modern Philosophers.
I hope by now, I’ve taught you how to escape from the box, like a toga wearing Houdini, so you can think outside of it.
That’s why we’re going to philosophize about the menu, rather than the guest list.
So what’s for dinner?
I’ve always thought of this as a meal for a special occasion, and what’s more special than dinner with some historical superstar?
I’m going to be a total nobody to my dinner date, so I need for my choice of entree to speak volumes for me.
Beef Wellington tells the world that I’m serious about making an impression, I can eat like a gastronomic all star, and I know where the hell the beef is.
Have you ever had Beef Wellington? The few times I’ve been lucky enough to eat it, the chef prepared a filet mignon inside the puff pastry. Incredibly delicious.
They used to serve it at the restaurant where I worked during my NYU days, and I was always jealous of any customer who ordered it. When I lived in California, my then father-in-law was a very good chef, and he made Beef Wellington one year for my birthday.
Yes, Modern Philosophers, I was a fancy pants. At least on that night.
So, hell yeah, I am ordering Beef Wellington for this dinner. I didn’t even need to think twice on this one. I did form Deep Thoughts, though. They were just all about Beef Wellington. Mmmmmm.
As for settling the bill, the Nuns raised me to be a gentleman, so I’d pay for it. Of course, if my guest insisted on paying, I’d put up a convincing fight, and then happily acquiesce.
Beef Wellington is expensive, and I’m not made of money. If you saw my toga budget, you’d totally understand why I wouldn’t mind if my guest picked up the tab.
So what’s cooking, Modern Philosophers?