for those about to rock we salute you. i am no longer in need of a wall-mounted pencil shapener, so if you were about wrap one up in pretty bows to send to me, save your ribbon. gots me a pencil sharpener. do not, however, hesitate to send discarded library card catalog drawers or any other random piece of schoolroom furniture. i'll take them to bars with me for a PBR toast, too.
everything is coming to a grinding halt in the world of fresh produce. which is not really true- we have lots of lettuce and other greens (yes, spinach, goddamn it), and loads of root vegetables, including the ever popular fartichoke. aka jerusalem artichoke. pretty flowers on the plant but that's about all i can say about it that's discreet. here's a picture (of the damn fartichoke flowers last month, not of the english tiny-diesel-car-filled wiht-four-fartichoking-people discomfort last december- story available upon request).
3 comments:
Fartichoke! Why did it take 10 months for that jewel of a phrase to occur to us?
Would you consider recreating the Cream of Jerusalem Artichoke holiday stew for us this Christmas? I smell a new tradition!
“…I smell a new tradition!” while referring to
Fartichoke soup…flipping funny.
This picture of the pencil sharpener
Reminds me of a song from a musical
I saw in London…but I can not for
The life of me recall the name of the
Musical…damn it…
Anyway, the song was sung by a gal
And it was about vanilla
Ice cream, which had been brought to her
By a bloke she worked with just because
She casually mentioned that it was her
Favorite flavor. The song transmogrified
The relatively every day object of ice cream
Into a esoteric idiosyncratic metaphor of how
Her whole conceptualization had changed with
Regards to…
Wait, what the hell am I talking about????
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