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14 February 2007 @ 03:41 pm
With nothing interesting to say, I again resort to food  
Happy Valentine's Day everyone. There should be lots to blog about on this day. Or so you'd think. I seem to be drawing blanks though. Can't construct an amusing or interesting sentence to save my arse.

There are topical options. Pitchers and catchers begin to report tomorrow. The Cubs made news yesterday by trading prospect and osprey slayer, Jae Kuk Ryu, but that's a non-starter as an entry. The crazy weather in Upstate NY is something, but you needn't pretend to care. Meterology tends to be a buzzkill, I've found. Oh, and there is my growing ambivalence concerning the ever-hypening Obama campaign. Today's Hyde Park Herald ran an entire special issue on him: "A tribute to Hyde Park's very own!" Included are important testimonials from those who know him best, such as: "Barack Obama used to order pizza for delivery when he lived on 55th Street. I took his order a couple of times." and "[T]he senator is especially fond of our tilapia, which is low fat and perfect for grilling." I am really starting to know the true meaning of "the audacity of hope."

Now, when American beer companies such as Budweiser and Coors can't rely on quality or content (i.e., taste) to sell their product, they turn to something sexier, like sex. The same goes for blogging. I too need a fallback when I have little to offer in the way of quality or content (i.e., content). Of late, you may have noticed that I have dabbled in food porn - enticing pictures of edibles that are substituted for the real thing to satisfy the observer's gustatory lusts. Fans of my early work will know that the food/sex option is one I've tapped before:
"Then the thrill came. Mr. N***** was sitting at home watching a PBS special on the praying mantis. He learned that the praying mantis has sex with its mate and then eats it. Mr. N***** saw this and he had a ham sandwich on hand so he figured he'd try it. He loved it. He started doing it with every food in his house: spaghetti, ice cream, yams, doughnuts, oatmeal, jello, etc." 

-         "Mr. N***** Goes on a Date," in Mr. N*****: The Man and His Ties, (1989: 25)

Those were heady days, but evandebacle the 32 year old blogger is nowhere near as daring or creatively fecund as Evan the 14-year old junior high enfant terrible. And so, with no other ideas at hand, I will distract my bored readers with last Saturday's dinner:

Oooooooooh! Fishy.

Hot, birds-eye rawness!

(Anonymous) on February 14th, 2007 10:31 pm (UTC)
Those are some fine plates of food.

I got called for an Obama quote, but didn't have anything even as interesting as his love of tilapia.-- Rev Transit
(Anonymous) on February 15th, 2007 05:22 pm (UTC)
You're telling me they couldn't come up with a more original name for that osprey than "Ozzie"? I thought the Audobon Society was more clever than that.
(Anonymous) on February 16th, 2007 09:20 pm (UTC)
Ahem! Bad Evan! If I were your teacher I'd flunk you for not properly citing your work. Those gorgeous inside-out rolls were all me, baby. See you in detention next week ;)

debaclypsenowdebaclypsenow on February 17th, 2007 02:13 am (UTC)
mea culpa.