Larry, my beloved holder of the Regular Guy Chair (or so I once happily thought), I understand it now. You are, alas, a foodie and the worst kind of foodie, a thin foodie.Â
Actually, I’m secretly pleased you seem to remember this.
I’ve come down about 40-50 pounds since I wrote it, but I’m still trolling the no-man’s land between the mainstream and the wonderful world of big and tall. And I still like my gravy, even if it is a bit on the gauche side for you fancy New England types.
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