"I did not have sexual relations with that woman."
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The first time Don Whittaker heard those infamous words was on January 26th, 1998, when then president Bill Clinton went on national television to deliver his verbal rejection of the notion that a...
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Don
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As we all ran through the courses, I was grateful for the kind words I received from most, and most importantly the lack of words I received from that idiot Christian...
Yet the only reaction I truly cared about was Carson's.
Derek came close though. As soon as he took his first bite of the homemade Gnocchi, I heard him set his spoon down on that plate immediately, the metal clashing slightly with porcelain before he pushed himself away from the table and stood.
I wasn't sure what he was going to do, and when John called to him, he quickly put his hand up in response.
"I'm... I'm going to need a moment here."
That made me chuckle lightly as Dylan and I finished our own few bites.
"Donald Whittaker," the short man said, turning to me from where he now stood. "New York City knew to gatekeep the hell out of you." I heard him inhale deeply before he continued. "This might be- no this is the best gnocchi- no, this is the best plate of anything I have ever tasted in my entire life. I- I wasn't-" he paused again, closing his eyes as he brought a closed fist to his mouth. "I wasn't planning on getting this emotional in front of you all."
"Derek," John replied to his partner, "please sit down. You're about to hurt my feelings."
I watched as Derek took a seat, but he turned himself to John, saying "give me your hand." John didn't hesitate to do so. "I'm going to hold it when I say this... and I'd like to precursor this by saying I love you... but this dish is fit for a god. Bestowed to us from the heavens like Manna itself. I cannot bring myself to lie, not about food."
John instantly sighed. "Yeah I know. Don is an overachiever, if nothing else."
While he and Derek conversed, Carson leaned closer to me before he whispered "I'm taking this one as a marriage proposal and I'm not taking no for an answer."
That made my whole body immediately flushed, especially the way his eyes darkened slightly, but all I could come up with was "shut up Carson."
"Where the hell did you learn to cook like this?" Christian more or less demanded as he continued to basically annihilate the gnocchi on his own plate. "It's pissing me straight off."
"Well," I couldn't help myself with this one, "A few of us like to pick up a book from time to time. I recommend you try it."
Christian shot me one immediate glare, but the look Alex gave him was a clear warning if I ever saw one. He was in my house, eating my food. He should've been lucky I kept the rat poison under that sink and not mixed into his serving.
