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Date: 27 November 2006 13:43:52
I finally got my revenge.
I was at a do that my brother was holding to celebrate something or other. Lots of people, lots of food, lots of drink, you know the sort of thing. It's was summer and actually a nice sunny day so we were outside and eating salady-type things - cold quiche, potato salad, all that sort of stuff that is only tolerable when the sun is gently cooking your alcohol-marinaded head. There were also profiteroles, which are pretty much my idea of desert heaven. Eventually the afternoon passed, the guests left, and I helped tidy up. There was one profiterole left in the bowl and I thought that as a burying-the-hatchet kind of gesture I would kindly offer it to my brother to convey how much I'd forgiven him for all the innumerable things he'd done over the years that needed forgiving. Except that then I spotted the remains of the potato salad. And I was struck by the similarity between a new potato and a naked profiterole. I couldn't resist it - I ate the last profiterole, and moved the last new potato into the profiterole bowl and covered it with the chocolate sauce. And then carried on with my original plan of generously offering the last profiterole to my brother. I managed to hand him the bowl with a straight face but had to quickly turn away and retire to the kitchen, from where I could watch him but without it being too obvious. He carried on what he was doing, leaving the "profiterole" sitting there for a while, and leaving me in almost unbearable suspense. Every time I played a trick on him in my childhood he could tell what I was up to and foil it. And every time he played a trick on me it worked and I was suckered. And each extra moment that he ignored the profiterole made me convinced that this time would be just like every other. Eventually though, he picked the bowl up .... picked up the spoon .... put the spoon into the bowl .... then into his mouth .... with the potaterole still on it. For two seconds. Before he spat it back out looking suitably gobsmacked. Oh how I laughed. Thirty five years of revenge in one instant. Happy days are here again.