chicken alas a dirty word
'Can you eat that?' said Aunt Elizabeth sternly, as to a culprit at the bar."
LM Montogomery, Emily of New Moon, Ch.6
I've said some mean things about pale, measly chicken before myself, but now that I am preparing organic chicken breasts I find them way more flavorful, rich, and, oddly reliable in their soft, slippery, sweet, firm texture. My musings were brought on by chicken thoughts at Eat and at Food+Paper, recently.
Whenever I enjoy chicken, I think of it as above. It's a fascinating quote; it's a description of inedible chicken that is still somehow quite tantilizing . . . The passage is really even more fraught, but I didn't want to quote too long. And Aunt Elizabeth, after all, Emily finds, has more tang than Aunt Laura. So not to worry. Cousin Jimmy has been haunting my academic work lately, but that's another story.
I like pork and lamb and beef a lot too, but let's not fault healthy, simple chicken breast just because agricultural industrialization made it all injected and rubbery and weird.
And another party heard from. Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons, Food.
WAY LAY VEGETABLE.
Leaves in grass and mow potatoes, have a skip, hurry you up flutter.
Suppose it is ex a cake suppose it is new mercy and leave charlotte and nervous bed rows. Suppose it is meal. Suppose it is sam.
Alas, alas the pull alas the bell alas the coach in china, alas the little put in leaf alas the wedding butter meat, alas the receptacle, alas the back shape of mussle, mussle and soda.
Pheasant and chicken, chicken is a peculiar third.
Alas a dirty word, alas a dirty third alas a dirty third, alas a dirty bird.
Alas a doubt in case of more go to say what it is cress. What is it. Mean. Potato. Loaves.
Stick stick call then, stick stick sticking, sticking with a chicken. Sticking in a extra succession, sticking in.
That was hard to excerpt. I knew where to end this one, but when I tried to figure out where to start, well, you know . . . And I take back what I said about visual representations of Alice Toklas. There is an enchanting photograph of her in this week's New Yorker.
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