UNORTHODOX CHICKEN

It bothers me no end that one of the old rightwing blisters calls his seduction dish 'Chicken Marengo', despite it not being Napoleonic in the slightest; no crayfish, no eggs. Of course, with him being Jewish, the orthodox version would be out of the question, maybe. I'm not sure. His Judaism is more free-style than even New Age Reform, and it's doubtful that he knows much Hebrew. I've asked him what his bar mitzva parsha was, and then had to explain that concept to him, but that might simply be old age and the doddering.
Still. The correct version of Chicken Marengo has crayfish and eggs.
And Austrians weeping after their defeat.

Also, as the elderly delinquent in question is married (to an anticommunist harpy with anger issues), it makes one wonder who he intends to seduce with his misnamed Provençale stew.

Far be it from me to ask. I have no desire to know more about the putrid private lives and social crimes of the wanna-be bad-asses in the backroom than I already do. Their frequent presence at work is pollution enough to last for a life time.

One of them was exultant about transgendered mice in Afghanistan.
That touches on several subjects he know nothing about.
He is a staggeringly stupid man.

Several times during work this past period I was glad that I do not know any of those people socially, and that my friends and loved ones are not exposed to them ever. They are one of the main reasons why I consider Marin a festering swamp of Karens and brattitude.

I often wonder how the members of the pipe club who live there stand the place.
They are hardy men. I admire them. It takes a resolute soul.
They've had all their shots.


People who live in California and nevertheless still smoke pipes, and furthermore steadfastly avoid nasty aromatic tobacco mixtures except for those times when they wish to torment the cringing purists like Hecky, are largely liberals, stubborn and intellectually independent, and precisely the kind of person who would prepare a totally correct version of Chicken Marengo with no intent whatsoever to use it for seduction purposes. Although they might in fits of excess add mushrooms besides crayfish, not instead of.


My apartment mate, a stubborn and intellectually independent woman who is sadly not a pipesmoker, might do it without the chicken. With a lobster instead. Homard Napoléonienne, À La Manière De Poulet Marengo. Garnished with crayfish and mushrooms, no eggs.



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