Tue 20 Nov 2007
It was a business lunch. We were discussing marketing and branding, and it turned out I had a lot of opinions. My fork was stuck conveniently in a pool of black beans, ready for me to take a bite once I finished talking. “We have to keep focused on students,” I said, gesturing to emphasize “students.” I gestured right onto the handle of my fork, which flung sticky, glistening black beans high into the air above the table. They showered down in singles and clumps onto my hair, face, and shoulders. “So that settles it!” I said after a moment of stunned silence.
November 20th, 2007 at 2:13 pm
I can’t believe that such a thing occurred and not to me.
November 20th, 2007 at 7:04 pm
Erin, I am glad you and I have never had a clumsy-off. I think it would last for decades and end in a draw. I love the image of black beans pausing mid-air before raining down upon you.
November 21st, 2007 at 2:15 am
Hmmm . .. seems to be an effective technique. Is there a way we could improve on the dignity element?
November 22nd, 2007 at 12:18 pm
Beautiful! Just beautiful!
I’m trying to think of something (food-wise) that could’ve been worse … something forkable, yet gooier than black beans. Maybe my quest is in vain. Yuk.
November 28th, 2007 at 9:37 pm
Tara- if you had world enough, and time, I’m sure it could come to pass.
Rebecca– I don’t know. That time you glued your skirt to the chair you were repairing was a classic.
Julie– Well, I’m still ironing out the details, so there may be a little room. If you could practice at home, and get the beans to fall in a little cup, that would be cool.
Kate– Any bean concoction would do, I guess. Or squash.