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Here I am, still in the beautiful mountains of Nebraska. Actually Nebraska is quite flat and rich in agriculture. The corn is being harvested as we speak. Here is some of the corn I looks at everyday.
A couple weeks ago, the other artists and I went to a barn dance. It was a serious adventure because it was also a potluck! I was not aware of this so I didn’t prepare a dish, but the spread was, once again, culturally revealing.
One of the highlights was this corn salad which has barbecue fritos as a topping, to really layer the corn flavor.
This guy makes his own wine. I was able to sample some of his strawberry wine that had been aged in the cellar for 4 and a half months. It was actually quite good! And easy!, he said, especially if HE can do it. What he does is buy whatever fruit might be on sale, and gets a ton of it. Then he boils it in a big pot of water with a ton of sugar. The he puts a packet of yeast in it. Then he dumps it in a plastic five gallon bucket and lets it sit for as long as he has patience for.
The results are actually very good! I will have to try this once I get back home. I can only imagine that it’s similar to brewing kombucha, but less hippie and more hillbilly. Here is another gentleman enjoying some home-brewed wine.
My final note is a shout out to Elias and Jed:
Happy Devilled EGG!!! Elias, please post more eggers.
Love, Thu
On my first night in New York for the gayest weekend ever, I spent the night at Chris and Jocelyn’s place. The next morning, after Chris asked me what I wanted for breakfast, I said that that I wanted “sausage, hash-browns egg-y stuff, or maybe omelet-y salsa-y stuff” So this is what he made me.
Thanks for breakfast dude!
Then, full on both good and bad cholesterol, we met up with Lisa to visit the vag-y grandeur of Judy Chicago’s “The Dinner Party” ,newly installed at the Brooklyn Museum. Then after watching a group of well dressed teens get into a really boring fight, we had lunch at a pizza place a few blocks away.
I know that you probably cant see this, but my slice is covered in stuff; feta, Parmesan, sausage, and even rigatoni! Some veteran New Yorkers are used to this level of pizza madness, but I was delighted and a little blown away by this thing!
Later I went to a bar and met up wtih Double Dutch Will Take You Higher and got interviewed by The Gay Pimp and his cronies! Then a trannie in man drag lifted me off of my feet and out of my stupor, and into a world of ecstasy and go go boys!
YEAH NEW YORK!!
Thu seems to associate me with “novelty items” and “angst” above all else. Maybe that’s a fair assumption, because no holiday food gets me more excited than the Halloween season. You can’t pick up a soft drink, peanut butter cup or bag of Tater Tots during October without having monsters plastered all over the bag, or better yet, the food LOOKS like a monster. Or better yet, the food IS a monster, like the shrimp cocktail in Beetlejuice.
But let’s dispense with the pleasantries, and move on to the pretty pictures.
Okay, I wish this was a bigger image. What’s important to know is that in the 50′s people thought you could sell more hot dogs if you made a federal case out of the fact that they (the hot dogs) were SKINLESS, (as it trumpets on the recipe card) and that you dress the meat tubes up as little witchy-poos, and stacked the rest like meaty Lincoln Logs. I suppose you could pretend that the stack is a pyre of firewood, and re-enact “The Crucible” with Weeny as Elizabeth Proctor.
How can people hate Martha Stewart? This vomiting pumpkin candy dispenser is in her latest Halloween magazine. I know she doesn’t come up with the ideas, but it’s all approved by her. That means some intern thought it would be funny to have a gourd puke Lemonheads into some eight-year olds hand. And Martha agreed. I love this thing.
The Peeps company never phones it in when it comes to the seasonal product. Above, design your own Peep pumpkins with whatever wacky dogma you have stuck up your butt at the time, never mind that black frosting tastes like motor oil. Below are the coveted Cocoa Bats. They aren’t available this year, and I for one am RUINED about it. First off, the sugar/cocoa flavor is to die for, and secondly: they are more than six inches wide. That’s the biggest Peep that has been commercially made public. No wonder they weren’t made again: THEY WERE TAMPERING IN THE REALM OF THE GODS.
Ish. These are both Jello molds, and it’s safe to say I don’t like Jello in little squares, and would hate pushing these monstrosities into my mouth. I don’t want to eat the face of an Oopma Loompa youth pastor, nor do I want the hand 36 year old Hot Topic district manager. Let’s leave these be.
If I have to explain why this is the best thing ever, then maybe we weren’t meant to be.
I’ll be back, Lumplings!
