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A Mind That Suits
What doesn't kill me, makes me laugh... usually.
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Wednesday, May 19, 2004 :::
A cramped schedule means little blogging today, for which the Wall Street Journal, at least, will be grateful.
An extra comment anent the French fellow mentioned yesterday who was so addicted to eating cicacadas. He ate them two ways: as God made them, a trend unlikely to catch on in the good old US of A., and lightly sauteed in garlic and butter, which is the way Americans love to eat that Gallic specialty, snails, as long as one calls them escargot. But what everyone admits readily to loving is using those little forks to dip the bread in the garlic butter. This inpires the thought that Americans might have taken to cicadas (before they became toxic) had they been served the same way, because after all an old mop would taste good served with butter and garlic.
::: posted by A Mind That Suits at 9:51 AM
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