Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Paperwhites

Growing nice and fast, but the flower buds themselves look to
be less than robust, due to GROSS NEGLIGENCE in replenishing
its water supply in a timely manner. I give you a C.
Aimee


Seaming is all done, with just a few loose ends to weave in. The
stripes on the arms match up nicely with the stripes on the body. Nice
work, with a suprising display of meticulousness. I like
surprises. But wait, there is a snag smack dab front and center, due
OBVIOUSLY to reckless use of the hanger while trying to set up photo
shoot. Don't think I didn't notice. Because I did. It's RIGHT THERE.
Hello, which is more important, getting the shot of subject
or the subject itself? A little more consideration and respect
next time. B+.
Thanksgiving dinner

You're giving your first Thanksgiving dinner, and instead of a
turkey you decide on a "free range natural young capon." So it
will be a humane and hormone-free Thanksgiving. How ecologically
responsible or whatever. But what the hell is a capon?* In any case, I
give you an A for preparedness.
Christmas Knits
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Girl I know you haven't started. F-. It's so bad I might have to give you another. F- again!
*Capon: a castrated rooster
I'm a little behind on my bird lingo,
but the weekend shopping at Whole Foods brought me to my
very first encounter with a capon. KAY-pon. I was just
looking for a plain ole chicken, a nice organic free-range chicken, but
before me lay a vast sea of turkey, duck, goose, cornish hen,
quail...and this capon.
WHERE'S the CHICKEN. I want CHICKEN.
According to the guy behind the meat counter, castrated roosters
taste better than the lady hens' white meat, and are more tender and
succulent. Oh REALLY? says I. Well, let me brine the bejeezus out
of this mofo regardless, and then I'll get back to you. Not that
I have any other option. Capon it is.
WHO would have guessed that genital mutilation had a place in the
Whole Foods philosophy? I suppose I am just naive. I suppose there are
worse things in the world. But like, if you were a chicken, would
you rather be running all around in a field, but castrated, or caged
with your nuts intact?
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