Popeye's chicken.
eoe cooked it, and, might I add, not only was the chicken delicious, but eoe proved to be a most gracious hostess.
Afterwards we had a glass of wine and danced to the slow pulsating music of the legendary Oma and the Oompahs until we were both worked into a feverish state and raced to the bedroom, the tuba still pounding in our ears.
eoe proved to be as masterful in the bedroom as she was at cooking Popeye's chicken.
It was a night I shall not soon forget.
For those of you not familiar with Oma and the Oompahs and their intoxicating music....
Even if eoe and I had not orginally planned to fornicate, the music soon dictated our actions.