“Reynaldo’s” meant fine dining worldwide: fifty-nine restaurants, cable franchises, cookbooks, and his Recherche d'Ingrédients Spéciale et Institut de Cuisine D'essai fueling his latest experiential dining enterprise with heretofore unheard-of rainforest ingredients from Brazil’s Suyáo tribe.
“Divorce me, fatso,” soon-to-be ex-wife Sylvia recently demanded.
“Let me orchestrate one last meal.” She couldn’t resist his culinary tease. “Bring Sheldon.”
Reynaldo’s rival, vegan chef/nutritionist impresario, and Sylvia, consumed an amuse bouche, tailored to each, at the last river outpost. En route, Sylvia’s digestion absorbed the toxin from native-termed biteweed, inducing what cannibalistic forebears termed “monster hunger”.
Reynaldo promised a last meal. Poor Sheldon.
Ha. I'd love to see how he prepared it!
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