Today was a stellar food day I’ll tell you. Stellar.

Now there’s a word…. stellar. It is great for describing the extraordinary. The Marvelous. The Exceptional. I kind of like the word, except for one thing.

It reminds me of “A Streetcar Named Desire.” Now while that is a classic movie, the scene where Brando holds onto the light post and yells “Stellllllllllaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh”…. always bugs the crap out of me.

I’m not sure why. It is not like it’s the old and fat Marlon Brandon.   No, not at all.  He is the young, cute, buff Brando. But…. as an actor… well…. I was never totally impressed with old Marlon. I think Streetcar was probably his best.

For instance….when he played Jor-El in Superman, and we saw his big face on that mirror thing… all stuck and spinning forever in space. Holy Cow. Somebody go get Stella, will ya’?

At any rate, I am not sure why the “Stella” thing bugs me in that old movie. I’ve only met maybe 2 or 3 Stella’s in all my life… and I don’t know any of them very well at all.   I don’t even think I have any imaginary Facebook Friends named Stella.  So it can’t be the name. I guess it is just the way Marlon yelled it. Stelllllllllllaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That’s got to be it.

Most of the time, I love old movies. But the other day we were channel flicking, and happened across an old Elvis movie. Harum Scarum. Now once again, this was young and beautiful Elvis…. not old and fat with sideburns Elvis. But the acting was so incredibly bad we had to laugh out loud and with loads of certitude. This was worse than the Stella incident. There were lots of men in unconvincing skull cap helmets… trying hard to look menacing. Elvis was supposed to kill the Arab king… while surrounded by scantily clad babes…..who belly danced…. while he sang about everything. Harum Scary.

But what did I want to talk about tonight?  Oh….. that’s right. Our stellar food day.

Boy oh boy. It was out of this world. I’ll have to give you all the details about when I have more time to write.

This much I can tell you though… my biscuits crumbled on my plate like Blanche Dubois’ reality crumbled around her. It was…. well…..Stellar.