things move around

Had dinner at the Elkford golf club last night. After looking at the menu I was sorely tempted by the “Chicken Gordon Blue”* but someone at work had recommended the “Greek and Steak”, a Greek salad with strips of steak on top. It was perfect: the cucumber thick and crunchy and verdant, the tomato the colour of a very expensive sports car, and juicy without being a bleeding heart, the onion garrulous, tinged purple, the tang of the feta in proportion with the soft, cohesive oil, the steak reposing on top of all like an idle potentate.

*I assumed this to be a clever reference to the notoriously foul-mouthed chef Gordon Ramsay, but that’s because I am a cynic for whom the glorious innocence of a malapropism must be doubted as long as the possibility of deliberate and cunning wordplay remains undispelled.