Saturday, March 19, 2005
There's only one rule I swear by, and that is: never quote Def Lepard lyrics in public. But I think just this once it's OK. I took this photo back in November at the twenty-bucks-to-enter MOMA. I thought this was particularly clever -- instant annihilation, as expressed in chess. While Puchalik, Cristina and I puzzled over its meaning, a young girl, no more than nine, leaned in and said to no one in particular: "hmm, all the horses die." Existentialism, as explained by the Barney generation.
The existence of horses is very much on my mind right now. You see, I think I just ate one. Not a whole one. Just enough to pack into a hamburger patty. I went to the market today, as I do most Saturdays, to stock up on supplies for the week. There's a butcher there who has never yet let me down -- (in the few weeks since I've shopped there that is). He suggested I try these burgers. Sono deliziosi!
Why not? It's the first warm Saturday of the year. Hamburgers sound like just the thing.
A few minutes later I passed by his stall and noticed he was pitching somebody else, again with the burgers. The other shopper was a bit more demanding, insisting to know whether it was beef or cavallo. When he said, cavallo (the horse), she eagerly took them! He sells both kinds, but I never did check to see which he sold me, and, of course, I never asked. Who would? I figured there's only one way to find out. Yep, fry them bad boys up. He was right. Very tasty indeed! But now, a few hours later, I'm hungry again. Hungry for horse!
Posted by Bernhard Warner at 5:20 PM