i think there's a group of senior citizens hanging out in the back of a lafayette church sharing secrets about their hubbard squash connections. they come in pairs sometimes to buy the giant hubbard squashes, and the go straight for them without glancing at anything else in the stand. it's weird- why do old ladies like hubbard squashes so much? one crotchity old bird came in today clutching an empty trash bag and i thought she meant trouble- she picked out a 10lb hubbard, paid for it, then stuck it in the trash bag and asked me if i'd get on the table and drop it on the ground for her. "cause that's how they used to do it." i didn't get on the table, but busted it open pretty good anyway and she was delighted.
which was going to segue into writing about my frustration at not being able to remember the doop-di-doo rhyme the english girls used to sing, but i can't remember how.
doop doop di doo
the cow was in the loo
blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah
and you're a stinky POO.
or something like that- it was a loo fav but i refrained from showing my interest in having them repeat it because the mom would get right uppity about them saying such 'crass schoolyard rhymes'. whatev. i've googled to no avail- "cow loo", "cow loo poo", "english loo rhymes". nothing.
i have no respect for the mets. i mean, who is a mets fan? what kind of people are they? if you're from NYC, why wouldn't you be a yankees fan? it seems like an obvious team choice.
pujols! oh, they walked pujols. chicken shits.
oh- so i looked up the old mother hubbard rhyme (which is evidently about cardinal wolsey and henry VIII) and momentarily thought i might be hot on the doop-di-doo trail.
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Clearly I'm challenged in old-lady-dropping-squash etiquette....what exactly is the REASON for dropping the squash in a plastic bag off the table?
And why did the old timers do it this way? Did they not own hammers to crack open their squash? Could they not throw it off a boulder, since they are so conveniently located in your part of the country?
Did Old Timers go to farm stands and buy squash from restless, irritated young workers who would rather be listening to their ipod....er....or playing their harmonica and dreaming of the day they could listen to music on a light-weight, portable music system that would afford them the ability to chose their own music? Just a dream? Nay.
Anyway....was this done in a burlap bag in the "old days?"
Go Cards! We're wearin' red and drinking the King of Beers in the Cardinal Nation.
you drop the hubbard to crack it open- cause i guess old timey people didn't have big knives. or the ladies in the kitchen didn't want to hack away at a squash because they were too repressed. i don't know...
I'm gonna drop the Hubbard on ya, Shifflebaum.
that's what i said, booty trap.
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