[Sca-cooks] OT, OOP, not truly food-related, but...

Phil Troy / G. Tacitus Adamantius adamantius1 at verizon.net
Sun Nov 30 12:17:22 PST 2008

On Nov 30, 2008, at 1:12 PM, Robin Carroll-Mann wrote:

> Did he curse as much in your dream as he does on TV?

Curse? I have no &%@$&@%# idea what you're talking about! Now &%^$@#  
off, you ^%$#@$%!!!


[I am reminded, for some reason, of my sister, who teaches art to  
grade schoolers in Brooklyn, telling a parent at a conference that his  
child was using inappropriate language in class, to which the parent  
replied, "&$%^#@ing inappropriate language? That little ^%$#@#$%!!! He  
never hears that kind of &^%$#@$ talk from me!!! We'll get to the #&^%$ 
(*& bottom of this when I get home tonight!"]

No, as I recall he was perfectly civil, verbally. There was just this  
disquieting habit of trying to shoot me every now and then... Luckily,  
I'm a little more nimble lately than I've been in the recent past, and/ 
or he's a lousy shot.

Perhaps I'm lucky that he tried to shoot me and didn't try to kick me  
to death: I understand that in his first career he was a professional  
soccer player. Between that and Mr. White's influence, that may  
account for the cussing.

Perhaps if I had had the presence of mind to pull out a little black  
book and write his name down in it, things might have gone differently.

As others have suggested, there may be some connection to the  
Thanksgiving thing, but not perhaps due to psychoactive toxins left by  
pathogens in leftover turkey. The fact is I've probably done more  
actual cooking in the past 72 hours than in the past two or three  
years combined, and walked into at least one certifiable kitchen  
nightmare and did what I could to repair it (with some success), and  
have not been reduced to a physical wreck as  result, so maybe some  
part of what passes for my mind is processing this phenomenon in this  

And then, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and sometimes a dream is  
just a funny story you make up in your head.

If it were Bobby Flay, I could see. I disliked him intensely and often  
had trouble concealing my contempt, and I don't imagine he cared for  
me much, either. I've heard it said a person is judged by the quality  
of his/her enemies...


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