Gary Rhodes

Gary Rhodes, †27 November 2019

 I met Gary Rhodes once. In St. Mark's in Venice, when Rhodes wasn't dead and Venice wasn't underwater.

O tempora.

You'll read better celebrity anecdotes than that, but none more accurate.

My mother cooked a recipe by Gary Rhodes once. Let's say it was a seafood recipe, for the sake of the next line.

O tempura.

It wasn't a seafood recipe. It was a stuffed bird.

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