Sunday, December 20, 2009

Basque was my second choice

My folks are going to take me out to a graduation dinner. I asked them what they didn't want, because that gets better results than asking them what they do want. My mom didn't have much to say, but my dad didn't disapoint. No communist food, no menues with words he couldn't pronounce; Mexican sounds good. I am going to visit them next week and I know we will have Mexican, so I veto-ed that idea. What about Basque, I asked. He looked at me, pretty unsure. I asked him if he liked lamb, and he does. Then he shrugged and said, "Basque was my second choice."

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