You know, sometimes life just gets chewy. Know what I mean? Life throws you tough nuggets that you have to work at like, oh, maybe yard rooster, instead of silky creme brulee that slips down your throat like a closed-eyed, moan-y dream.
Well guess what? I have every damn one of my teeth except for the four wisdom teeth that were removed. I can chew from here 'til the cows come home.
And you know what else? Even if life does hand you yard rooster, you can make creme brulee for dessert. Especially if you have yard hens.
Well. That's my theory and I'm sticking to it.
My jaw is just so damn tired.
ReplyDeleteI hope you were able to sleep tonight....since I'm writing this at 3:28 am, you can imagine how great I am doing at also sleeping. In the course of a few hours, I seem to have come down with a bad cold --what's up with that?
ReplyDeleteI'm on the couch with blankets and movies.
Is everything ok?
ReplyDeleteOne thing is funny though: people who always have creme brulee often are just flying fish... People with no content... So bring on the yard rooster! Of course it is a bit of a sad comfort to know the taste of yard rooster! And one can get tired of too much yard rooster... that too!
ReplyDeleteI think you might be chewing some rooster again, but I am sure that some creme brulee is coming towards you!
i know a small cafe in paris...very small..dark..pretty...where they serve the best creme brulee one can wish for...the bets place forget for a while about life and teeth at all...
ReplyDeleteyou are strong,
ReplyDeletegenerous and nurturing and strong.
Good morning , to a day served just as is.
Elizabeth- I can only imagine.
ReplyDeleteSJ- I did sleep! And there's a cold going around here which is the same- one minute you're fine, the next you're just really sick. But it seems to pass quickly. I hope yours does too.
Jo- Well, is anything EVER really fine? Ha!
Photocat- Doesn't life get chewy for everyone at some point?
Danielle- Now THAT is what I'm talking about. I want to go there!
Deb- It's a pretty lovely day, too.
You sure do know your way around a metaphor! Wishing you plenty of chewing power, and a smooth egg-y dessert.
ReplyDeleteOhh Mrs Moon....I watched the movie Babies on Thursday night and thought about Owen, Elvis and YOU! There was this scene where a mom from Mongolia has her young infant swaddled on the bed and the baby is just hanging out looking around and out of NOWHERE this big rooster hops up onto the bed and hangs out with the baby and the baby has this real inquisitive look on his face like "What!!!!"
ReplyDeleteI so wished you were sitting in that screening room with me because I'm pretty sure you would have mentioned how Owen loves roosters.