having a friend for dinner
I can't even count the number of times I've said, "I'm having a friend for dinner." But I can say, without question, this is the first time I've actually had a friend for dinner. And I'll come right out and admit it, my mouth was watering at the delectable smells coming out of the kitchen while poor Clooney cooked.
Mike went all out, marinating him in red wine before putting him in the oven. He even mashed potatoes with horseradish and cooked fresh green beans as side dishes. But as beautiful as the presentation may have been, I couldn't help feeling like I was on an episode of Fear Factor as I took the first few bites of the little guy. Not because he wasn't delicious (he was), but because I knew him. It was like eating a friend for dinner.
A very tasty friend.
And so it would seem, the life cycle of dearly departed Clooney has come full circle. You were a fine rooster Clooney, and a fine dining experience as well.
Until the next time...I'll be having Clooney leftovers.