Archive for the ‘Holidays’ Category

Stuck in the middle with you

December 23, 2024

🎄- 2: 12/23, so it’s Festivus; the last day of Saturnalia; and now, according to a front page story in today’s New York Times (“In Some Parts, It’s Christmas Adam Before Eve: Churches Are Adding Day to the Holiday, With a Side of Ribs”), it’s Christmas Adam, the day before Christmas Eve (it’s a joke, son)

Meanwhile, today’s found mantra is Zesty Pickle — repeat as needed until you reach the desired state of tangy pungency. It came to me in a commercial for Chick-Fil-A’s classic chicken sandwich:

Crispy chicken, zesty pickle, it’s tough to top the original

But then the piquant phallicity of zesty pickles pushed me onto another path, into the tale of a fickle fly:

zesty pickle
frisky pepper
pesky stuck zipper!
… no plucky pickles past this point

(#1) The pickle-pepper tale

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The inevitable slide into fishy fruit

December 18, 2024

First came the (pickled) herring, the tasty bounty of chilly ocean waters, also the delight of Scandinavia. Then came the (boneless) bananas, the fragrant fruit of tropical plantations, also the pride of Ecuador. When they met, there was the inevitable slide into fishy fruit, into a strange amalgam of sweet and savory; a quickie, and ill-advised, union of south and north, hot climes and cold climes, New World and Old:


(#1) From a 1963 German cookbook: bananas wrapped in pickled herring (from the Historic Photographs site on Facebook, passed along on FB on 12/15 by Michael Palmer, under the slogan: Everything’s better with pickled herring on it!)

The pimento and parsley garnishes make bananas in pickled herring a red and green Christmas surprise.Well, I’d certainly be surprised. On the other hand, we once had a cat that adored herring, even pickled in wine sauce, and savaged bananas ravenously (as well as loaves of bread and corn on the cob), so it would have found #1 to be the very apotheosis of fine feline dining (with the useless pimento and parsley batted off onto the floor, of course).

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The jim-jams

December 2, 2024

🎄 🎄 when I began this posting, it was penultimate November, and this year also Black Friday, when the anticipation of Christmas becomes a constant, unremitting dinging, accompanied by exhortations to SHOP NOW; I held to my long-standing practice of not leaving the house on Black Friday for any purpose other than retrieving my mail from the mailboxes in the condo parking lot

Meanwhile:

(#1)

A tale of the jim-jams, the most acute form of the jams (joint and muscle afflictions), a story that began on Friday 11/22 with the jams, reached utter jim-jam misery on Monday 11/25, and then slowly moderated since then; but also a tale of plans gone utterly awry (lyrics above from “Walk on the wild guardsman side”)

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Rabbit stew 1: Asian soup spoons

December 1, 2024

🐇 🐇 🐇 three rabbits to inaugurate the month of December; for the occasion, an assortment of non-holiday-related topics — though I have to point out that Saturnalia will be upon us in a couple of weeks, so get your ass in gear for the occasion — that have come by me recently: a rabbit stew for your pleasure

rabbit stew. From Wikipedia, some bare facts:

Rabbit stew, also referred to as hare stew when hare is used, is a stew prepared using rabbit meat as a main ingredient. Stuffat tal-Fenek, a variation of rabbit stew, is the national dish of Malta. Other traditional regional preparations of the dish exist, such as coniglio all’ischitana on the island of Ischia, German Hasenpfeffer and jugged hare in Great Britain and France. Hare stew dates back to at least the 14th century … Rabbit stew is a traditional dish of the Algonquin people and is also a part of the cuisine of the Greek islands. Hare stew was commercially manufactured and canned circa the early 1900s in western France and eastern Germany.

Rabbit stews are characteristically rich and flavorful. Yes, even the British jugged hare.

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great pumpkin pie

November 28, 2024

The Wayno Bizarro for today, 11/28, is an exercise in cartoon understanding:


(#1) Wayno’s title: “Horrifyingly Tasty”; I would have suggested the more bloodthirsty “Eat Your Gods” (if you’re puzzled by the odd symbols in the cartoon — Wayno says there are 3 in this strip — see this Page)

But it’s all totally baffling unless you recognize the references to Charles Schulz’s comic strip Peanuts; you really have to know about Linus and the Great Pumpkin. (Meanwhile, your appreciation of the strip will be enriched if you know that today is US Thanksgiving, a harvest festival for which the traditional foods include pumpkin pie for dessert.)

And while we’re talking festivals, the cartoon is a festival of ambiguities in English, structural and lexical.

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Rogue Yellow for Thanksgiving Eve Eve

November 26, 2024

Or: the first flower of winter.

Today appeared the first fully open flower on my cymbidium orchids, on the plant I named Rogue Yellow last year, when its buds opened fully a month early, in the second week of December:


Rogue Yellow’s first two fully open (slightly greenish) blossoms, in December 2023

So: this year even earlier, in the last week of November, on Thanksgiving Eve Eve. Its flower stalk shot up, two feet in two days, at Halloween, then gathered itself up to burst, today, into floral fireworks heralding winter. (Meanwhile, chilly rains have come.)

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Discordant moments

November 22, 2024

☹️ 🎶 Once again 11/22 brings us both an immensely sad anniversary (of JFK’s assassination, in 1963) and a day of joyous celebration (St. Cecilia’s Day, honoring the patron saint of music and musicians; see my 11/21/11 posting “Saint Cecilia”) — a maximally discordant moment that comes around every year. Meanwhile, I’m four days into a fresh, and crippling, bodily affliction, in the midst of an array of medical indicators of splendid good health, and plenty of gauges of happiness and emotional stability — another oddly discordant moment

(Oh yes, tomorrow, 11/23. is Fibonacci Day: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8. 13, 21, 35, …)

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11/11

November 11, 2024

🎆 🎆 🎆 fireworks for 11/11, the double-lucky day the Great War was over (my parents, now long gone, were only 4 at the time and didn’t remember it; I was just short of my 6th birthday when V-J Day, recognizing the end of World War II, came along; celebrating it on the streets of West Lawn PA is my first clear memory of events in the larger world)

Hard to appreciate now what a gigantic rupture the Great War (beginning in 1914) was; the horrors of its modern warfare came along with those of the Russian Revolution (beginning in 1917) and the great influenza pandemic of 1918, and (as Paul Fussell argued in The Great War and Modern Memory) fostered a disillusioned modernist sensibility, wiping out much of what had gone before.

Then, as I wrote in my 11/11/22 posting “Carousing for St. Martin”:

It’s Armistice Day [commemorating the 11/11/1918 armistice ending World War I] (in the US, Veterans Day), solemnly following on the solemn anniversary of Kristallnacht, but it’s also (as Hana Filip just reminded me) the feast day of St. Martin of Tours: St. Martin’s Day, which has its serious saintly side — St. Martin and the beggar in rags — but is, as well, a day of wild revelling, initiating the winter season. An occasion that, ultimately, inspired a piece of music that is just sheer noisy unbridled fun: the Wine Chorus from Haydn’s The Seasons (aka “Juhe! Der Wein ist da!” from Die Jahreszseiten).

But now about 11/11:

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The 16-meal Chinese takeout order

November 1, 2024

🐇 🐇 🐇 rabbit rabbit rabbit for the first of November — and, since this is the Day of the Dead, those are the carnivorous mutant rabbits from Night of the Lepus (see my 7/5/14 posting “Bunnies run amok”, about the (laughably inept) 1972 science fiction horror movie), not your sweet bunnies:

Today’s topic has nothing to do with the Day of the Dead, or rabbits (mutant or otherwise), but is about food, and my life, and is transparently a device for escaping current events and my bodily miseries. I am not cut off from the world — I get the New York Times every morning, and the Economist and the New Yorker every week — but I have entirely stopped following the news and commentary on the news on tv. The background for my days is re-runs (on dvd) of all six years of the tv  series Major Crimes (details in my 10/29 posting with that title); I’m partway through season 3 at the moment, hoping that this will carry me through what is still to come. I no longer have persecution dreams, and I’m not constantly frozen in panic, so the therapy seems to be working.

Now I leave all this, to return to my Grubhub food delivery order of 10/14, from the Amazing Wok in San Carlos CA, and how it ended up providing me with 16 excellent meals over a 13-day period.

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The anole of Palo Alto

October 31, 2024

🐅 🐅 🐅 three tigers for ultimate October, aka Halloween; by the pricking of my fingers, something wicked this way lingers

Specifically, my fingers pricked out the name Anold for Arnold a little while ago, as they do with regrettable regularity (Gorgo finger not work right), but this time it was in a link on Facebook to this blog, so not self-correcting. But George V. Reilly caught the error and pointed it out to me, so that I could fix it. And then today, I had an inspiration, which I posted as a response (somewhat revised here) to George:

— AMZ > GVR: It has occurred to me to take up Anold the anold as another identity. The anold is a brightly colored arboreal lizard — a type of anole — in its rare and precious Swiss variant. Characterized by its curiosity (in several senses — “Look, Bruce, what a curious lizard!”) and its remarkable, um, snout.

This is the anold’s organ sometimes known jocularly as a Swiss nose. All noses are phallic, but some are considerably more phallic than others. (A lexical note on the noun snout, from NOAD: ‘the projecting nose and mouth of an animal, especially a mammal’.)

Meanwhile, while noses and snouts are phallic symbols, lizards (and dinosaurs and dragons) as wholes are much more impressively so. From GDoS on the noun lizard:

7 (Aus./US) the penis [1st cite 1969], with phrases meaning ‘to urinate’: bleed / drain / flog / squeeze the lizard; and phrases meaning ‘to masturbate’: bleed / gallop / pet the lizard and choke / stroke / whip one’s lizard

So now we’re deep into phallicity. Well, it’s my blog. Phallicity happens.

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