I had this shiksa GF Holly. She didn’t understand what I ate. She wanted to make dinner for me. I suggested she ask my mother for a recipe and provided my mom’s email address. My mom emailed Holly back a lentil loaf recipe. Holly drove all over town to get the ingredients. I normally eat at 5pm. I got to Holly’s place at 6pm and became rapidly sulky that dinner wasn’t ready yet. Holly rushed it out at 6:30 p.m. The lentil loaf didn’t work. It was too dry. Still, it was better than what I had at home, so in the morning when I found out the loaf was gone, fed to the dog, I was disappointed. I made a tiny little comment on my blog that day about the loaf not working out and Holly broke up with me forever (she had many other reasons for doing this, my blog post was simply the straw that broke the camel’s back). So the mere mention of a lentil loaf is traumatic for me and I need you to be sensitive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I had this shiksa GF Holly. She didn’t understand what I ate. She wanted to make dinner for me. I suggested she ask my mother for a recipe and provided my mom’s email address. My mom emailed Holly back a … Continue reading