Pretty please let me indulge in a quick post about another television show. Anyone remember the show Ally McBeal? It was a quirky show about quirky characters who worked at a quirky law firm, and was very funny until they eventually “jumped the shark” and went a little too far. It happens.
There were two senior partners, Cage & Fish,
and a bevy of young, attractive associates, including Ally McBeal. Actually, she became a partner the very last season because they were really desperate by then, but that’s not the point; I am digressing as usual.
Fish was strangely charming despite being dumb as a rock and completely lecherous. True to form, he began dating one of the associates, and she made him to work for the privilege.
One of her dating conditions was that the only terms of endearment Fish could use were food products. For example, honey, sugar and muffin were fine, but dear, darling and baby were out. My international gay husband (not Dan) and I used to watch it together all the time and adopted the same policy. Sooner or later all the obvious foods got boring and we had to up the ante. For example, it didn’t take long until “my cupcake” got old and I would move to something like “my German chocolate cupcake” (uh, he’s German and all) or he would move to “my frosted chocolate donut”, and it really snowballed from there.
Obviously, I had to draw the line when it came to him referring to me as anything that wasn’t vegetarian, but he is a carnivore so I branched out to calling him “my double cut pork chop with applesauce” or “my lamb chop with mint jelly.”
It was great fun, but we actually both gained some weight with all that talk of food all the time making us hungry. The thing is, I’m 5’3” and he is 6’5” so he wore it way better. He also went to the gym and that sort of thing.
I guess all I’m trying to say is happy 39th birthday (for the 5th year in a row) to my favorite Chocolate Bavarian Cream pie.
