Decadence, Decaying?

Taking dessert on Lido Deck usually helps extend the evening's Dining Room experience. Maybe, at times, it helps one to forget, as well.

There's no need mentioning last evening's meal. Gastronomes would become sick. So, the Fettuccine Alfredo with Baked Chicken Breast will not be described.

As you may remember having heard, there have been times that enemies worked out their grievances using most vicious methods. Often, we have been told, one proved his manhood by sitting over his enemy and, with sharp blade, carved around conquered victim's head and lifted away his entire scalp. A trophy. One can imagine a campsite with multiple trophies roasting in the sun. It's just as easy to imagine that, just after a few days, a scalp will have dried into a piece of tough hide with its mangled mane still attached, An horrible thought, one difficult to shed without finding something else to think about.

So, this fettuccine had been ladled onto a serving plate days ago, and the sauce poured over it, then left to sit. All that sauce finds its way to the bottom of the pasta, coats the dish, then waits to be served. For days. Who could imagine that Alfredo sauce can harden much like a man's severed, dried scalp? But that's what it does. When served, one is unable to twirl a mouthful with a fork because each strand is stuck in place, much like that mangled mane.

Dan and the three couples at our table had wonderful meals. I'm told that my disappointment was my own fault. So, I'll try again.