Iron Chef Pear or What I Did On My Birthday
Steven Gould
I’m in Chattanooga, Tennessee (the ‘nooga as us hep kids call it) at a combination writer’s retreat and birthday celebration (not mine, but our host’s, Mary Robinette Kowal.) It just so happens that her BD is one day (and fourteen years) after mine.
I was supposed to be the offeeeeeecial photgrapher for the following event but one of the Team Mary’s sous chefs came down sick and I was roped in.
Nobody really lost, especially all of us who got to eat it.
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February 8th, 2009 at 11:20 am
That was wonderful. Pear-fect!
(And happy birthday, Stevie Chuck!)
February 8th, 2009 at 1:31 pm
Sweeaat! Brilliant compilation, video-wise, too.
(Belated H-B.)
February 8th, 2009 at 2:44 pm
I must have been going to the wrong writers’ retreats…. No one has ever fed me that well and permitted me to write, too.
::glyph of envy::
Also happy birthday to Stevie-Chuck and the Fabulous Mary.
February 9th, 2009 at 12:52 am
thanks a lot, now i’m hungry
that all looked so good. i could see why it was hard for the judges to decide….
(oh and nicely done video)
February 9th, 2009 at 6:02 pm
That made me hungry.