Let me tell you a tale, a tale of a young girl named Laura. Laura was a sensible girl, as young girls go, and although she liked all sorts of food and enjoyed her three meals a day immensely, I like to think that she usually kept herself more or less in hand, seldom over-indulging at the table.
One Christmas though, Laura received the gift of an invitation to a Crab Cake Cookoff – and quite a fun and festive feast it so pleasantly promised to be. Being the refined delighter in food that she was, Laura of course accepted, marking the day in her schedule with joy.
Time passed, the day approached, and soon our foodie female hero was walking with her friends through the entrance to the community Crab Cake Cookoff. The walls were lined with booths from restaurants and private chefs alike, each with an offering of freshly crafted cakes of crab unique to their own special preparation. Not only that, there was winery after winery as well, with bottles laid out in attractive display. And all, ALL were vying for the favor of the crowd of milling tasters, with colors, speech, smells, and smiles to highlight the flavors of their product.
The tasters’ task (which was Laura’s too) was to sample each cake and sip each wine and then vote on which was the best. It was a weighty task, but our doughty young girl set to it with quiet determination.
|A little view of the fun and madness|
She nibbled, she sipped, she nibbled and sipped some more. And what things she did nibble! What things she did sip! Crab cakes fragrant with garlic or fennel, dressed with tropical salsa or creamy béchamel, presented with garnish or by themselves. Pinot Gris, Champagne, Zinfandel… the list went on and on!
Soon, Laura’s stomach felt quite full. Yet still she nibbled, still she sipped, and still she so joyfully and gleefully savored. …very soon, her stomach felt a good deal more than just filled; it felt quite positively bursting! There were still a few more booths to visit, a few more cakes and a few more wines just begging to be tasted. Alas, she quite simply didn’t have the space to fit a single bit more in. So she called it quits and waddled over to cast her vote as best she could.
Her duties done, she stepped aside to chat and rest her tummy. And as the warmth of that bright blue day brought out a drowsy yawn, she vowed she couldn’t possibly eat anything ever again.
…At which point of course, a friend called her up to invite her over to have Hawaiian BBQ that night.