Yesterday evening, while I was smoking several bowls at the monthly meeting of the Golden Gate Pipe Club, a concerned person who does not identify herself commented under the post entitled Vindaloo.
Anonymous said...
Lets help ATBOTH focus on something else besides Women. And Food. And Women eating food.
Try this:
In a Mass Knife Fight to the Death Between Every American President, Who Would Win and Why?
http://faceintheblue.wordpress.com/2012/08/22/in-a-mass-knife-fight-to-the-death-between-every-american-president-who-would-win-and-why/
Care to weigh in?
End cite.
The internet is an amazing thing, isn't it?
American presidents as street thugs. That's certainly food for thought.
And I note, by the way, that there have been no women presidents. Ever. Yet. Or presidential women vices.
How odd is that?
MANGEZ CHEZ LÉZARD!
In point of fact, nothing will make me stop focusing on women. And food. Or women eating food. These must all logically overlap. They're a spectrum.
Everything is a reminder of something else, or its metaphoric symbol.
The one may serve in lieu of the other.
Food. Pipes and pipe tobacco. Poetry. Long baths. Cake. Eels. Furniture polish. Warm lights at night. Hot chili peppers. Tea. Reptiles. Fountain pens. Coffee. Biscuits. Marcel Proust and Vladimir Nabokov.
Fog-shrouded streets and the wildlife of Nob Hill.
But mostly food.
In follow-up to that comment, I have updated my recipe blog.
There are now several recipes there from the last year, including vindaloo, Cantonese steamed eggs, roast goose, various curries, and some lovely fatty pork dishes. More will be added over the next few days, as I continue to focus.
Food - the passionate pleasure.
"Let us help ATBOTH focus on something else besides Women.
And Food. And Women eating food."
Some things are just natural.
I cannot stop thinking about food. And women. And food being eaten by women.
But mostly food.
Food.
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