The man went fishing. He jabbed a worm onto the hook and cast it into the green lake. He caught a leather boot. He was pleased. He went home and sawed the tongue off the boot and scraped it clean of algae. He warmed up the skillet and sauteed some onions and mushrooms. When the onions and mushrooms were caramelized, he gently laid the tongue out, making sure to keep it flat to ensure adequate cooking throughout.Then the man opened the latch-handle refrigerator and cracked an Olympia. Whilst the tongue cooked, the man sat at the red-checked kitchen table and sipped at his witches' brew. He knew the tongue was done when the sharp acrid cartoon smell waves of Leathered Mushroom slid into his nostrils.
He got up and, with a practiced motion, slid the slop onto his cracked plate. He sat down to eat and all was good.
19 comments:
Mmm, tongue.
Not sure I could stomach the caramelized onions, though.
I'm thinking some mushroom soup poured over the tongue would be mighty tasty also. You should open a restaurant.
"The Tongue Grill and Bar"
I like it!
Oh, but Melissa! The Ohn-nohns are the bestest pi-zart!
Jay: Fine idea, sir. Could you skim me the start-up capital, please? Pretty please? I'll give you the first serving of tongue! (Uh, wait. That sounded REALLY bad.) :-O
So I can skip Hemingway now? I know it's been said he is the voice of an AMerican generation, and I was really getting around to reading some of his work, but thank you! I've read the shortened version and I get the jist.
:) Cheers!
Reminds me of a Charlie Chaplin film I saw one time, they made a stew out of old boots I think...
No problema, Betty! =o)
That sounds delightful, Bunny.
Reminds me of a story about Rock Soup ;-)
As long as the Olympia is a fictional item, I'll lick it up.
Heather: Rock Soup? I must try it. It sounds delicious.
Nighthawkian Lap: 'Tis fictional, 'tis. Just as I have never eaten a boot. :-P
Olympia???
Nasty-assed beer, Izzy. =o)
dont like the last line, but love the phrase w/a "practiced motion."
Where have you been mister Adam???
Working overtime and chillin', Miss Tizzy. ;-)
Well...you didn't come to my rescue when the looney on Flickr was stalking me and being all kinds of mean to me :( Becca and Fuzzball stood for me though and I also gave him a nice "EF U" picture too. Crazy bastard. I hope you aren't working TOO much...how are the doggiedoos?
Hello?
('ello ... 'ello ...)
Teasah: I'm sorry i missed my opportunity to unfurl my cape. If there is a next time, I will be there. =o) And..."doggiedoos?" That's odd. That is exactly what i used to call our first (and only) family dog, whilst growing up. I called him "Doggy Doo," among another million nicknames.
Melmac: I'm here, I'm dear, deal widdit. ;-) I'll have SOMETHING soon, I can pri-zomise. The creative juices are percolating.
All was good NINdeed. :)
Cheers
Cheers to you, too, Noc.
::raises his bottle of pauli girl non-alcoholic::
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