So here's an enjoyable one by Aimee Nezhukumatathil that was on Slate this week.
I love the first stanza -- the comparison of a fried onion to a corsage is priceless -- but what is up with the second appetizer of clams casino? Or is the onion blossom being consumed at the end of the meal? It does say "bad corsage at the end of prom night." Anyway, read it and let me know what you think...
Posted by Julie Young at December 17, 2003 11:38 PMI think they each got an appetizer and were to share them.
Leave it to a poet to write about telling someone how they won't write it down.
Posted by: Brian at December 18, 2003 12:27 PMWhile interviewing for a job several years ago in the South, I split a fried onion appetizer with a facutly member on the search committee. It was split open just like a flower, and indeed it was a greasy mass in a napkin-lined wicker basket. I thought it was awful, but he guy who suggested it didn't say anything, so I kept eating it, and he kept eating it. When our dishes came, he finally said, "That was kind of greasy," and I didn't know what to say. It wasn't just kind of greasy, it was awful -- but my host had suggested it, so what was I supposed to do? Yuk. I hadn't thought about that epxerience in years. (They did offer me the job, but I took a better one.)
Posted by: Dennis G. Jerz at December 18, 2003 07:10 PM