REMEMBERING BÜNDNER GERSTENSUPPE

A journalist in Switzerland has been sentenced to sixty days jail time and a hefty fine for calling someone else an unhinged fat lesbian. Naturally, as any man would, I immediately suspected him of bubbling forth his repressed memories of grammar school and the good sisters who rapped him over the knuckles while he was failing to sit still, worship Jesus, and remember his numbers and letters. Switzerland has fewer numbers than anywhere else.
It's the secret to clockmaking and banking. And bündner gerstensuppe.

The place is chock-a-block with repressed Catholics.

Not too many unhinged fat lesbians.

If I remember correctly.

Because we went there on vacation a few times when I was a child, I have fond memories of Switzerland. Their food is better than Danish or English cooking, and less likely to give you heartburn. Sadly, I do not remember unhinged fat lesbians, though I'm sure that they are there. Probably in the German-speaking Cantons.

We went during the summer months. That may have had something to do with it. The unhinged fat lesbians are very likely in Northern Africa at that time, gaily disporting themselves with sand, sea, and surf. And eating well.


In winter, they probably cause avalanches.
Which are a common problem there.

Fat unhinged lesbians are iconic.
There ought to be TV show.



Bündner gerstensuppe (a regional barley soup) is a speciality of Graubünden, made with barley, carrot, turnip, potato, celery, leek, smoked sausage, bacon, and cream. It's edible.



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