My dear Marina has a second blog, a post on which reminded me of a story...
Back in the 80's I worked in food service, first at Dean & Deluca and then after my return from the Olympics at a shop on the Upper East Side near Bloomingdales. That unseasonably sultry Thanksgiving long holiday weekend they were of course going to close and were getting rid of a bunch of caviar that would not be fresh enough for sale after three days. Well, I or course manfully thrust myself between this bounty of free Beluga, bought a cold one of DP (god love them, they gave it to me wholesale) and headed off to my hovel in the East Village. To find that my roommates had hightailed it out of town because the power had gone out in the neighborhood. Leaving me with three kinds of soon-to-be-botox caviar and a bottle of soon-to-be-warm Dom.
Did you need to ask that I ate what I could, drank the DP and slept the sleep of the righteous, knowing the neighborhood kitties were being given the best Thanksgiving possible?