Yesterday we had friends over and for some reason got into a discussion about commercials. Well, it started with Super Bowl actually and led to commercials. One that I particularly didn’t like was the Jack in the Box one with the groom to be announcing to his mother he was marrying bacon. With children’s names being what they are these days that’s not so far off the mark, but he was marrying the cured variation that you find in the deli section at the market. Usually I compliment their writers because they manage to be fresh and clever while promoting basically the same product but this one sat a little more on the hinky side, if you’ll pardon me saying.
One thing leading to another, and we took another wide turn in the conversation and began discussing the man in news a while back who married his donkey. Well, it was that or the political campaigns, which sitting on opposite sides of the fence always makes us testy. Now, I’ve married a horse’s patoot once or twice myself so am not one to throw the first stone, but mine, as far as I know, had no equine bloodlines whatsoever. How curious, but life is strange and not getting any less so as the days go by.
The church ladies came again this morning and reached out to me. Word must be circulating that I’m unaware of. I like them, truly, they’re nice people but now I have four separate groups coming to the door regularly and although I probably could use all the help I can get, it doesn’t leave much time to fold the laundry. Pretty soon I’ll have to set up a tent out front and host a revival.
Sometimes I write about things that I can almost feel people cringing about as they’re reading. My last blog about Facebook was an excellent example. I’m not sure though that it is possible to write within everyone’s comfort zone, nor the job of a writer to do so. We are given brains, or so it would seem, to question our universe. If we did not use them in such a way we’d still be sitting around in the dark, eating raw meat, and grunting at one another. Alexander Graham Bell would have last been seen holding a tin can to his ear saying “can you hear me” and, when our hair turned gray it would remain that way. (That’s the worst!)
Curiosity killed the cat, but without ours we would not have questioned it when we saw someone eat a mushroom and drop dead on the ground, and gone on consuming them adding another body to the pile as we did. Why, where, when and what are words we use liberally as children when mastering the world around us. Why is the grass green? Where are we going? When will we get there? What are those dogs doing? Oh, sorry.
Marie Curie’s curie-osity (it really is a disease) led us to the discovery that radium could have curative effects, and in her case, curiosity did as for the cat lead to her eventual demise.
When I was in high school I got a puppy for my sixteenth birthday, a Pomeranian, which I dubbed Mandy. Pomeranians, for those of you unfamiliar with the breed, are fru-fru puppies looking a bit like a cross between a lion and a fox, but tiny in size if not in heart, and definitely the perfect accessory to tuck in Paris Hilton’s handbag. Mandy was curious about everything, and my constant companion. At the time, being a kid, candy was high on my list of snacks with Sugar Babies being way up there on the candy list. Sugar Babies, to quote the wrapper are “delicious candy coated milk caramels”. I came home from school one day and opened a small yellow bag. After eating several of the morsels, I left the remainder of the bag on the footstool and went about the business of being a teenager, basically driving my parents crazy and leaving a trail of destruction in my wake.
Shortly before my mother came home from work Mandy came in the room where I was doing my homework. Leaning over to pat her furry head she looked up and gave me the most curious “grin”. There’s no other word for it, the dog smiled at me. Looking around and having no one to share this phenomena with, I laughed and she did it again. Hmmm. Then she made a muffled attempt at a bark, which came out more like “mmmphhhhrrk”. Hmmm. With the grin still in place she reached a paw up toward her mouth giving me this “what are you totally stupid” look and pawing at her mouth drew a string of stretchy material out that was now forming a gooey tightrope between her mouth and her paw. Ach. Mommy.
Not having one idea what was going on I picked the poor dog up and attempted to look in her mouth which appeared to be sewn shut. Suddenly I remembered that when I’d stepped on a huge rusty brad a few months back I had to have stitches and was given a shot for Tetanus, which I was told was called “lockjaw”. Lockjaw, it was further explained by the doctor, causes your jaw to lock shut, pretty self-explanatory, but nonetheless, and could be fatal. OMG.
No adults on the premises, I raced to my neighbor’s house and got the elderly gentlemen living there to come with me. After examining the dog, he without his reading glasses as he explained, we left a note for my mother and the three of us piled in his old Pontiac and headed for the local vet.
Ushered quickly into an examining room the concerned vet was soon on the scene. After I explained the situation he began his examination of Mandy’s mouth, still stuck in its rictus smile. Suddenly he started to laugh himself, a behavior which I perceived, as I remember, rather unhealinglike behavior for a man sworn to practice medicine ethically. Getting a warm cloth and a pair of tweezers he pulled strand after strand of sticky mess from the poor animal’s teeth and finally her mouth literally smacked open. Seems that she was into Sugar Babies as well. Who knew? My mother always says that was one expensive bag of candy.
This is a really easy recipe and delicious. In the picture the oranges aren’t sectioned but they should be before serving.
Slivered almonds (optional)
8 Tbsp. Grand Marnier, Cointreau or Curacao
4 whole allspice
Baker’s sugar to taste
Orange rind, sliced in thin slivers
Vanilla ice cream
Peel oranges removing all rind reserving some to place with oranges if desired. Cut into 1/2 rounds. Place in medium bowl with allspice and pour liquer of choice over oranges. Sprinkle with desired amount of sugar and toss to coat.
Marinate at least 24 hrs. in refrigerator, turning twice. Remove the allspice. Serve over vanilla ice cream sprinkled with chocolate bits, slivered almonds or delicious by themselves with a dollop of freshly whipped cream and chocolate chip cookies.
I like to serve the oranges with some kind of chocolate cookie.