“…was peacefully praying for mankind’s health as he peeled and ate a hard boiled egg.”
The spork is no doubt the asshole plastic stepchild of the grapefruit spoon.
Louis Armstrong sings about a lady going to his head like the bubbles in Champagne. The truth serum of all spirits is likely the bubbles. I, like Satchmo; adore the lovely tipsy state this elixir induces. Good with brunch or dinner, I have yet to see someone act ugly on a good bottle of Moet. *jinx* French 75 2 oz gin (I prefer Hendrick’s) 1 sugar cube freshly squeezed lemon juice to taste fill the rest of the flute with your favorite Champagne garnish with a lemon peel spiral, and rub the rim with a lemon wedge CHEERS!