This thread reminds me of one titled "I ate with Jews today."
IIRC, I answered that the OP had better be careful because next thing, he'll be drinking with the Irish.
Bieng married to Mrs Pic, it is truly a JOY to be able to eat alone.
She has something bad to say about everything.
"You know, some guy in Outer Slobivia put Russian dressing on his salad and died the next day."
or: "On Oprah, they said that eating too much green pepper can cause a rare form of leprosy."
Tonight was a JOY!
I built a roaring fire, started it with about 1/2 gallon of gasoline, turned it into a towering inferno and threw a 2 pound steak right into the middle of it until the neighborhood smelled like Auschwitz, then I flipped it and repeated the process.
I put it in a pie plate I swiped from Sourgal's Bakery, drug it inside, lopped a chunk off for kitty and smothered the entire thing with chili. wolfed it down in huge chunks and washed it down with Cabranet from a box '06.
Guess what?
I enjoyed the hell out of it,
Nobody said shit to me.
Oprah was silent, and Dr Phil said nothing.
But most of all, Mrs Pic never said a word!!!
It's OK to eat alone.
And in my case, more than OK.
Sometimes it's a joy!