Spot on

It's always the last bite, isn't it? Today it was a bit of Sambosa off someone else's plate. It was the very last thing I was going to eat in this sumptuous meal of Middle Eastern food. I had avoided dropping soup on my favorite oatmeal colored turtleneck. I had kept salad dressing clear of my front. But that last bite was the coup de gras. For those of you not familiar, there's this distinctive yellow color in some Middle Eastern foods. It's not quite the yellow of a pencil, but it's close. Not a pretty color dripped down my front. Sad