If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Lunch Today

On the menu for lunch… sorry, dinner… today is catfish, or, what inland Southerners classify as... Seafood.

Our mud-sucking, bottom-dwelling fish will be breaded, fried and served with ample sides of slaw, white beans and hushpuppies, and steamed to succulent perfection in its Styrofoam container for roughly fifteen minutes: the drive time back from Harper’s legendary Catfish House, just across the State line, in Kentucky.

Aside from the sarcasm, I count a half-dozen challenges in the above paragraph alone, where I can apply what I’ve learned in the past month, and possibly overcome.

I don’t know about the Styrofoam though. It gives me the heebs... that squeaky noise. I don’t have to have compassion for Styrofoam, do I?

I hope not.

Anyway, it’s an adventure. Right?

1 comment:

  1. I feel like a cannibal when I eat my fellow bottom feeders but I eat them anyway. Lots.
    As for Styrofoam I learned to detest it in our trip from Hawaii to California. There was not a day we did not spot some floating in the Pacific. Food has to be exceptional for me to accept takeout in it and I confess that there are two places I know like that.
    It ranks right up there with men's jockey (briefs) underwear on the list of things I do not want to see.


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