The Great Feast of Decadence
As mentioned elsewhere, God knows where, on ths page, Anni and I hosted a great feast in order to prove to the juniors of our acquaintance that we were more decadent than they. We envisioned decadence embodied in a femme fatale, lounging in a fat chair, with bedroom eyes and upswept hair. A vixen with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, stiletto heels and bloodred lipstick. And we kept this siren in mind as we slaved away in the kitchen. Our menu consisted of the aforementioned bread and garlic, spinach with parmesan, lemon broccoli, angelhair pasta, chicken breasts stuffed with cheese and sundried tomatos, cappucino cheesecake, and fruit drenched in chocolate. Before I even get to all these recipes,I must describe the feast itself. We sent the juniors off for enough wine to float a battleship, and ourselves made a massive grocery run. Sequestered in the kitchen, Anni pounded chicken while I fiddled with the pasta sauce and bread. We made an enormous mess with the cheesecake, but in the
end it both looked and tasted divine, although we had to whip the cream and assemble everything on the floor, having run out of counter space. The table was decorated with red rose petals, and candlelight lit up our 18 guests in their finery - we had a dress code, naturally. We ate - it was beautiful. However, we wondered where on earth Alastair was. I announced, somewhat tipsily, that I would fetch him on a leash. I found him in his room, and Alastair being the gentleman he is, he flung on a cummerbund and allowed me to lead him downstairs with a scarf tied around his neck.
The evening ended with much dancing on tables and swigging of wine from the bottles. Anni and I judged our feast a success and our supreme decadence assured.
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