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...follow the fleeting impulses of my heart and take a nap around 2 p.m. whether I want to or not. I worked hard for years out of plain fear and ignorance and also to impress women and have the funds to take them to restaurants that serve poached salmon with a light saffron sauce on a bed of roses and then bring them home to Tara and when they say, "Wow! What a big house you have!" to say, "Come in and let me show...
...Consider the menu for President Clinton's last state dinner, for India's Prime Minister Atal Behari Vajpayee: Darjeeling tea, smoked poussin, chilled green pea and cilantro soup, marble potatoes, wild copper river salmon, red kuri squash and rice, bean ragout, Swiss chard custard, garlic-chanterelle emulsion, young greens and herb salad, heirloom tomatoes, dry aged cheese blossom and 25-year-old sherry dressing. Followed by mango and banner lotus, litchis and raspberry sauce, "a majestic tiger's delight," honey almond squares and chocolate coconut bars. It's not Indian takeout, but there are strong hints of the guest...
...President Bush-senior's offering of California Beluga Sturgeon to President Boris Yeltsin in 1992, in a menu that was otherwise more French than anything else. Similarly when the Reagan White House faced the challenge of coming up with something distinctly Canadian to entertain Brian Mulroney in 1988: Smoked salmon and shrimp mousse with dilled cucumber sauce, before an otherwise distinctly Californian fest of roast loin of veal, tarragon sauce, puree of sweet red peppers, spring asparagus, watercress and radicchio salad...
...folks in front of us are Southern and could have stepped right out of a Marlboro ad; they heckle like pros, and poor Anaheim outfielder Tim Salmon is in just the right spot to hear them talk about his mama. The guys on either side of me decide to join in. “Hey, Salmon, your mom called!” they bellow in unison. “She said you suck...
...troops are slow to catch on, but the Angels fan, enraged by Salmon-heckling, strips down to his boxers, which sport Angel embroidery and, bizarrely enough, the name “Tigger.” I don’t get it. He points to his ass as though it proves something, prompting the gentleman to my right to yell: “Hey, nice Winnie-the-Pooh underwear! Did your mom buy that...