milk and red curry paste

with my eagerness to tell you about my weekend double entendre (which did not pan out the way that i had hoped) i forgot to mention another peculiar interaction that happened at orson’s memorial day bbq.

i typically bring either a bottle of reichsgraf von kesselstatt riesling or a jar of kool-aid dills with me to summer bee bee ques but orson is a control freak with unconventional tastes. therefore, i phoned him ahead of time and inquired what he wanted me to bring. “milk,” said orson “and red curry paste.” milk and red curry paste? was he going to make white russians? thai white russians? would the curry paste be used as some sort of dry rub? perhaps milk + curry paste = a wild vegetable dip that can excite the libidos of modern man? my mind whirled. so when i finally delivered the goods to orson, i was eager to ask why it was that he needed milk and red curry paste for his party.

“i don’t,” said orson. “i was just running low.”