Dinner guests last Thursday

These last few months, I've witnessed L's cooking becoming more and more bizarre. Last Thursday, he had invited some people to dinner. In anticipation for this event, L had given himself a haircut early that morning. He had shaved the whole front of his hairline so that is hairline began at the top of his head rather than at his forehead. The look was reminiscent of characters in Chinese martial art movies. In addition, he had shaved half of one of his eyebrows so that it was very thin (about 1/4 of an inch thick) while the other eyebrow was kept in all its bushy glory.

For dinner, he served shelled peanuts that had been sitting in his (extremely dirty) bathroom the week before, a dessert of baked cantaloupe and apples (skin, seeds, and all) mixed with water, and a moldy shredded chicken dish (he had scraped off the mold before serving it). The housekeeper had made a chicken dish as well, which was all I ate since she whispered to me that it was the only dish that was deemed safe (i.e., not touched by L). I could not even eat the bread because earlier, L had dropped the bread on the (very dirty) kitchen floor, picked it up, and continued cutting it up to serve.


Although I had warned two of the guests earlier in the evening of L's cooking, I was unable to warn the other three that had arrived later on in the evening. Despite my warnings, there wasn't a tactful way for them to refuse the plate of food that L offered them at dinner time. After about 20 minutes though, of watching some of the guests pick at their food, I offered to take away plates of food and dump the contents so they wouldn't have to continue pretending to eat the food throughout the evening.