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Saturday, January 14, 2006

Os a moelle

Went out to dinner, last night, with Flame Haired Angel. An old joint we'd never been to that's famous for its game. It's definitely "got game": venison, wild boar, pheasant. Meat lover's paradise.

The lady at the table next to us ordered os a moelle: bone marrow. FHA watched as the waiter delivered the plate. A large white bone, sawed in half lengthwise, naked on the white plate, with no garnish of any kind. And a small spoon.

"That shouldn't be eaten," she said, turning away. "It should be donated."


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