My friend Rich introduced us: “This is my friend, Sarah Lohman.”

I shook Mr. Cleese’s hand. He waggled a bacon-wrapped hors d’oeuvre at me.

“…Angels on Horseback have a date in the middle. Devils on Horseback have chicken liver.” He commented.

“That’s what’s in these?” I asked, shocked. The tray had been labeled ‘Devils on Horseback.’ I was amazed I had been so delighted by a part of the chicken I normally throw away.

“No, a date. A date.”

“Ah.” I said. Mr. Cleese excused himself. I got another gin and tonic.