A dish fit for the gods

• Shakespeare's Julius Caesar

Let's be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius. . . . And, gentle friends, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds; And let our hearts, as subtle masters do, Stir up their servants to an act of rage, And after seem to chide 'em.

Ted tells me that this quote is apt today as he, Mrs Ted, Mrs Ted's mother and Mrs Ted's father are all going out to dinner this evening with one of Ted's customers who has become one of his friends. They are going to the Yacht Club and, to digress slightly, you may have guessed that I am not invited to join them there - humph, woof; the junior Teds are not going either so I guess I don't need to feel any personal affront at my exclusion.
The aptness of the quote, I am informed, is that the Evil Empire instructed Ted to sell, sell, sell to this woman and instead he has turned her into a friend, regular lunch date, and a family dinner companion.
So much more civilized than the blatent sales pitch he is subjected to daily.
The quote "A dish fit for the gods" has come to mean something delectable and/or delicious to eat whereas in its' original context that phrase refered to something somewhat darker in nature.
Perhaps tomorrow Ted may have some pictures from the Yacht Club. Personally I'm hoping that he comes home tonight with a doggy bag full of goodies to compensate me for not being allowed to join them at the dinner table!