I prepared a starter of moustaches done three ways:
Hitler. Stalin. Porn.
For the main course, I prepared my signature dish:
written in milky veal blood on a rectangular plate; a salad of inedible flowers; and potatoes done 47 ways.
For pudding, a deconstructed novel.
Hay smoked foreword. Sous vide chapters. Blurb custard, spelling out the words:
I hope you’re happy now.