Sunday, March 30, 2008

garlic on toast


i used to share a kitchen with a lovely feller named robert stredder who ate garlic as if it were fruit ... there was uproar one sunday morning when i bit into my toast and realized he'd just used my shiny new breadknife to chop his little mountain of garlic

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I remember it well! one of the very few times I've seen you really angry. Have you seen Robert or the old place recently?

tristan said...

sadly, i never went back

Anonymous said...

Yes i knew that very nice garlic eating man and the Groundwell kitchin. Bye Terry

tristan said...

hullo terry ... thanx for visiting