Well, dear readers, I am stuffed to the gills. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I, BK, am stuffed to the gills. I don’t think I ate all that much, but then again, I may be living in a fool’s paradise. Have you ever lived in a fool’s paradise? It’s lots of fun and, as you might imagine, very foolish. Everyone prances about in gaily-colored tights and pantaloons, singing foolish songs such as What Kind Of Fool Am I, These Foolish Things, and The Fool On The Hill. Everyone eats berries and other fruits until they are so sick that they vomit on the ground. Then they tell foolish stories and the whole damn thing is, well, a fool’s paradise. Where was I? Oh, yes, I am stuffed to the gills. That is because I ate a lovelier than lovely post-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving Feast at the home of the lovelier than lovely David and Barbara Wechter and family. And what a feast it was. But, before I get to the feast, I’ll only say that I arose early in the morning and toddled down to the Farmer’s Market and The Grove. I know that the day after Thanksgiving is probably the biggest shopping day of the year, and therefore I expected humungous crowds and parking difficulties. I arrived to find about one hundred available parking spaces and no humungous or even non-humungous crowds. Oh, there were a few people milling about, but, as I walked through The Grove, there were no lines at any of the shops and almost no people inside them. I finally realized that this was most likely because the shops at The Grove didn’t find it necessary to have sales. I did go into the Apple Store, where they had about five items on sale, but none of them were of any interest whatsoever. The Apple Store, however, was the only jernt where there were a fair number of people. I went to the donut place in the Farmer’s Market, and then finally headed back home. Whilst there, I did some work at the piano, and a few things on the computer, until it was time to go and get stuffed to the gills, whatever the HELL the gills are. The parade of foodstuffs was truly wonderful – a yummilicious turkey, two different kinds of stuffing, cranberries, mashed potatoes, yams, two different salads, gravy, and some other things I’m probably forgetting. I had a little of everything and once I finished I had a little of everything again. At that point, they needed a crane to lift me, so I sat in my chair like so much fish, having a delightfully delightful conversation with some nice folks I hadn’t met before.
After dinner, we rested, and then had desserts – I had something called a pumpkin bar that was quite tasty, and a few bites of some pumpkin ice cream cake, also quite tasty. At that point, I felt like a beached whale. After dessert, we all gathered in the TV room and Zach Wechter debuted his short film that we shot a couple of weeks ago. It was two minutes long and very cute and well done. I looked like a beached whale living in a fool’s paradise, frankly, in my performance as the Rabbi. After that, the party was over, and I toddled back to the home environment, where I immediately sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched another episode of Twin Peaks, and it was a corker. I can’t remember how the show aired, but if this episode was anything to go by, it may have started mid-season, because this episode (number seven) seemed like a season closer. In any case, it was very well written and well directed by series co-creator/writer, Mark Frost.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because Fools Rush In and some fools DID just rush in and now I’ve got a bunch of fools in my house and I’m trying to direct them to Fool’s Paradise.
Today I shall try to sleep in. If that doesn’t work, perhaps I’ll try to sleep out. I have no real plans, but I do have some fake plans. I may drive hither and thither and, if I’m feeling adventurous, yon. Did you know, for example, that yon spelled backwards is noy? Just asking.
I have a hankerin’ for Islands french fries, so I may try to get to an Islands at an off-hour, say two o’clock. I also have a hankerin’ for Numero Uno pizza. I thought they’d gone belly up, but I passed by several Numero Unos in the last couple of weeks. I remember really liking their strange pizza. I also have a hankerin’ for the Sizzler salad bar. I thought they’d gone belly up, but I passed by several Sizzlers in the last couple of weeks. I really remember liking their salad bar. Which hankerin’ will win is to be determined. It really depends on how much I resemble a beached whale. If I only resemble a beached herring, for example, I may go whole hog and do Islands or Numero Uno. If I’m the full beached whale, the salad bar may be the thing.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do whatever takes my fancy. Has whatever taken your fancy? And, if so, did whatever give it back or were you just out one fancy? What the HELL am I talking about? Today’s topic of discussion: What have you had a hankerin’ for lately, food-wise. What kicks have you been on? What foodstuffs have you been craving, and have you satisfied said craving? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we ponder going to live in a Fool’s Paradise where I hear the livin’ is easy and the cotton is high.