Dinner Conversation
Friday, December 5, 2003. Entry #235

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"So what shall we have for dinner?"

"I don't know. What do you want?"

"I dunno. I could grill up that pork tenderloin we have in the freezer."

"Pork. ... What would we have with it?"

"Um. Potatoes."

"What kind of potatoes?"

"The cheesy baked ones. There's a package of them in the freezer."

"Oh. I kinda wanted gravy."

"Gravy? Well, we could have something else..."

"Mashed?"

"Mashed potatoes? Yeah, I guess. We could make mashed potatoes."

"So what and potatoes?"

"Pork."

"Oh."

"Or something else. Steak. Or chicken. Whatever. No, we had grilled chicken last night. So steak or pork."

"Steak. Or pork."

"Yeah."

"Which one?"

"Whichever you want."

...

"And what would we have with it?"

"Huh? Nothing. Pork and mashed potatoes with gravy."

"Or steak?"

"Sure, or steak. Whatever."

"What would we have with it?"

"What, like salad? We have that head of lettuce in the fridge. We could cut that up, slice some carrots, peppers, cheese...make a salad."

"A salad."

"Sure."

"So what would we have with it?"

"What? With the salad?"

"Yeah."

"What we said. Steak or pork and mashed potatoes."

"And salad."

"And salad."

"Shepard's pie and salad."

"What? Shepherd's pie? I never mentioned Shepherd's pie."

"You don't want it?"

"Well, okay, sure. We could have Shepherd's pie. It just takes so long, and I was kind of hoping to eat sometime this hour."

"Oh. It's just it's all gravy and potatoes and meat and stuff."

"Is that what you want?"

"I dunno. Maybe."

...

"Wait a second. You wanted Shepherd's pie from the beginning."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did. 'What'll we have? Pork? Steak? Chicken? With what? Potatoes. Mashed? Mashed. With what? Pork? Steak? Chicken? A salad? What shall we have with the salad? Shepherd's pie?' You TOTALLY wanted Shepherd's pie!"

"Well...yeah."

"Why didn't you say so in the first place?"

"I wanted you to suggest it."

...


In Ancient Times...
On Monday, December 4, 2000, I crafted timeless text about Lisa sneaking home to see me.
On Wednesday, December 5, 2001, I wrote exciting prose on stupid radio news alerts.
And on Saturday, November 30, 2002, I penned a perfect passage on finishing my novel.


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