A Birthday Party Mystery

Went to our Little Saigon district to buy a roasted duck for a celebration - Mrs. Skeeter's Happy Birthday. I shot this shaky stealth image in line.

The food at this place is really good. It might be uncomfortable for some, you know, being able to recognize what you're going to eat, but it is sooooo tasty!

So tasty in fact, that they were fresh out of ducks. All they had left were a quartet of roasted chickens, a sheath of "crispy pork", two very heavy whole roasted pigs (sans apple in mouth, avec curly tail), and a small roasted bird thing (dove or pigeon) I couldn't recognize.


So I got two pounds of the "crispy pork" and one of the jiggly fat roasted chickens. It all looked so good. They took down the meats and chopped, sliced and packaged. Just as they finished loading the Styrofoam containers for me to take all that stuff home, Mrs. Skeeter called to remind me that I shouldn't eat it on the way home ... seems she's had some experience with the take out packages being a little ... light ... when they get home, and short of napkins too. Why, oh why, could that be? Exactly what was missing from those happy little packages? A cozy little mystery ...

The party went off without a hitch. The house was packed with people. A good time was had by all. They ate me out of house and home. After the Irish Drought (the liquor was gone), the guests all were safely driven home by well intentioned, responsible, designated drivers (ahem, it's true).
This, and three slices of bread, was all that was left from the party. Gee, I wonder why?

Sort of resolves the "what" and "why" part of the mystery of the "missing pieces" and "disappearing napkins", eh?