Friday, October 26, 2007

ENOUGH CHAR SIU NOODLE SOUP FOR TWO PEOPLE

There is a new commenter on Dovbear's blog. A commenter who sternly disapproves of nearly everything, and enjoys pointing out to everyone else how utterly unholy they are.
All in a spirit of ungentle remonstrance. And indignant sincerity. From the Vaad Lmaan Kovod Hatorah.


I may have suggested in a comment on Dov's blog that his efforts were counter-productive.


The Vaad Lmaan Kovod Torah (who is a very lonely yeshivish teenager in Flatbush) responded:
"What a goyish kop. u sure your jewish?"




In answer to that query, my dear Vaady, no, I'm not sure of that at all. Quite the contrary.


I'm actually a Catholic high school girl with thick raven tresses. My stiffly starched long sleeved cotton blouse is just a little too small in a particular area, and my plaid skirt flashes a sight of dimpled knees when I walk. My long white socks hug my calves - the effect is both very modest, very girlish, and incredibly revealing. Not Jewish at all.
I smell alluringly of Alfred Sung perfume, despite that being far too mature a scent for a person of my youthfulness.

You hide behind that bus shelter as you watch me lifting juicy morsels from my bowl of roast-pork noodle soup to my red red lips with my chopsticks at the front table of a Chinatown eatery. You spy upon me, as you have so often in these past few weeks. You observe my every move. It is an aesthetic obsession, but there may be more to it than that.
Guileless, perhaps. But is it you or me that is so?

Do you notice the elegance of my delicate hands? The deft way my fine-boned fingers enfold the pale ivory plastic shafts? And especially, do you note the perfect line of my nose, the exquisite undulation of my eyelids, when I close my eyes to inhale deeply of the porky brothy aroma wafting up from the bowl?

I know you do. I can feel it.

Vicariously, you too absorb this treif. Your mouth makes its own masticatory motions, an unwilled and unconscious echo of what I do with such joy.
It is good. It is very good. You just know it.


You cannot fail to observe, even from that distance, how my eyebrows, which curve like the antennae of a moth, are mirrored in the surface of the soup. How black they are, how velvety against the pale skin. That soft soft skin, those gentle features.

You do not know that I see your shadow out of the corner of my eyes, that I sense you spying on me.
I am conscious of your sweaty discomfort - I can see your forehead shining, and you are wearing too many garments.
I lift some noodles to my mouth and slurp, swallowing them entire. A fragment of cilantro clings to a corner of my mouth. As I lift the bowl up to sup the last savoury drops, I know that your knees have turned to jelly. You slide down against the bus shelter exhausted.


Good boy.


I pay for my soup. As I leave the restaurant it starts to rain. I stride past you, crumpled up behind the bus shelter, your frog-like eyes glassily staring up at me. You hope that I will not notice you, and yet.... you wish I would.
When I have passed, and you can no longer see my face, I smile.

It was good soup. I'll go there again tomorrow.



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7 comments:

Spiros said...

You bad. Trying to fill the poor boy's head with visions of forbidden char siu; very wicked.
Still, it does kind of go hand in glove with my contention that religion, like proscribed substances, is best used by those who are mature enough to handle it.
I (being of the goyishe persuasion)am now going to go out for a steaming bowl of char siu noodles...

Spiros said...

By the bye, I think I bumped into one steamy evening on Canal Street;
you are a dead ringer for Michelle Reis as she appeared in Wong Kar-Wai's FALLEN ANGELS, right?

Anonymous said...

Chaim G. BOF said...
I wrote a guest post on DovBear dedicated (unofficially) to you CA and Tzippy.

Anonymous said...

VLKH is a troll. Trolls live "under the bridge"
his is more Golden Showrer than G. Gate

Ons Blogmeester lives "at the back of the hill"

- at the back of the hill?
.. behind the hill?
... on the slope?
.....beyond the rise?
......on the leigh?
.......achter Limburg?

a Dutchman
a hill

opposites united...

how , where, does one develop such vivid & unreal imagery of Catholic schoolgirls?

mebbe bin pipe-dreamin' rather than California dreamin' ?

Grm

Anonymous said...

Sometimes when I read your stuff I think for sure you have fallen down the rabbit hole.

Anonymous said...

I've never regarded Jews or rabbits as a threat to the world

but there's a nutter around every corner

http://www.whatreallyhappened.com/whiterabbit.php

Graham

Anonymous said...

Interesting site.

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