HUNGRY GERALD

It appears my nephew, Eric Martonovich, is in love. Eric is a world champion horse vaulter (he does somersaults, cartwheels and other impossible things atop a swiftly cantering horse) and an equestrian performer (Cirque du Soleil, Cavallia, Las Vegas extravaganzas etc.). He is a very powerful fellow (he makes Arnold Schwarzenegger look like a girlie man). Eric has found love. A beautiful Norwegian girl, also a champion equestrian. Eric is now in Norway and was recently the honored guest at a big family dinner (Eric’s Mom, Noel, gave me a full report). The big dish was a sheep and Eric was presented with a delicacy–the sheep’s eyeball.
Not to eat the wooly fellow’s orb would be insulting. So..my nephew speared the unattractive object. Dipped it in mustard and said: “Yummy.” Re-dipped the object and said: “Yummy.” Popped it in his mouth, Struggled, Finally swallowed. Gave his verdict: “Not so yummy.” Well, that’s Norwegians for you…eaters of lutefisk (a foul smelling fish dish) and, as I have just learned, fond of eyeballs. Otherwise a great and noble people.