Not extra-ordinary. Ext-ROAR-dinary. Do you see the difference? Do you hear the difference? Do you feel the difference?
Something special. Something amazing. Something really worth it – preternatural, perhaps.
The latter really just sounds like a little bit more of the ordinary. “Would you like an extra side of ordinary with that?”
“No, thank you. I’ll take mine ext-ROAR-dinary.”
Dinner was nothing new tonight. We’ve had it before. Sweet, delicate winter squash, stuffed with sausage and sauteed kale, drizzled with fig balsamic vinegar. I love it.
My butchers, though, they are something else. They know my love affair with kale – they know it well.
Waiting for me today, along with a smile: chicken and turkey kale sausage. Not just ordinary. Not even extra-ordinary. Ext-ROAR-dinary!
Or, as Marc says in his best Clint Eastwood voice, “That was good.”