Crow Cordon Bleu
I have a confession. It amounts to me turning into a Julia Child of sorts. Allow me to bring you this luscious dish. It’s fancy, right? Look at the silver domed lid, the decorative platter, the way I have the serving towel draped over my arm, just so. Note the care with which I place it in front of you. Easy now. Lean back slightly so I can remove the lid with the extreme flourish of a fine French waiter. See what I have made you? Oh, but wait, it’s for me. Notice the black feathers I didn’t quite pluck correctly. Oh, that stuff? I included options for dipping sauces – orange marmalade and a sort of horseradish. Here, let me sit in your chair so you can watch me. I’m eating crow and it is a dish best served warm. I did something I publicly said I would never do. In the not quite words of pop star and American Idol judge Katy Perry, I kissed a Kindle. And, I liked it. After years upon years of dismissing the phenomenon and refusing to acknowledge the greatness of digital print, I have become an e-reader extraordinaire.