Thursday, February 10, 2005
Dear friends,
While I give the prose-generating areas of my brain one more night's rest, here are some more goodies from Bakerina's Photo Album of Chaos:
Believe it or not, these are all Meyer lemons, part of the bundle I picked up for last month's Shaker lemon pie. The day after I bought these, the weather was sleety and bitter cold. I thought about buying flowers for my desk on the way to work, but I decided that some nice Meyer lemons would elevate my mood just as efficiently.
I might be taking the egg motif too far, likewise with the Arkansas motif, but I never got tired of the various sizes and hues of the eggs I bought. This particular egg caught my eye because it was the longest egg I'd ever seen. If you think that "long" is a weird adjective for an egg, consider this egg next to one of its regular-sized brethren:
One day near the end of my stay at the Colony, one of the staff knocked on my door. Before the Colony was a writers' colony, it was an inn, and before it was an inn, it was a farm. As such, there was still a lot of farm property on the premises, including this nifty wooden sign, which the nice young man at the Colony said was mine if I wanted it. It hangs in my cubicle now, taking up nearly a third of the wall on which it hangs, but it makes the cube feel much friendlier, much more of a place to keep my counsel while I make the living that enables me to chase this silly, improbable, dreamy plan to write this book.
I figured that “gees” was eggs in some language or ‘nother, Tvindy. 
That Fight Bac site was pretty amusing, but somehow I think that the Egg Board was hoping you’d click on this instead. Of course, it’s not nearly as much fun as the other site, and every time I look at the .org site, I find myself getting wound up at how bacteriophobic our public health policy has become. I have no qualms with public safety, and I think that the eradication of polio was one of the greatest success stories of the 20th century, but I still think there’s a middle ground between dangerously contaminated food and sterile food that takes like nothing. But you’ve heard this from me before, over and over, so we’ll take a little break from this discussion. For now.
That sign is udderly enchanting.
Och, I can’t believe that I completely forgot to address the whole shell-color issue! Yep, that is indeed a green egg. There is a breed of chicken called the Araucana that lays eggs of various interesting pastel hues, green and blue and light pink and beige and cream. One thing I just learned this year was that you can tell what color your hen’s eggs will be by checking the color of her ears. White-eared birds lay white eggs, brown-eared birds lay brown eggs, and green-, blue- and pink-eared birds...well, you get the idea. 
And where have my manners been?…
Owen, I owe you a bechamel recipe. It only appears to the naked untrained eye that I have forgotten. As for your prose generation and suppression, wouldn’t it just be less painful to pound nails into the floor with your head? That’s what I usually do.
Jamie, you are a dear, you really are. When are you coming to visit so we can do the neighborhood baklava tour? Better yet, I’ll just lay in supplies so you can bake a batch. I’ll bet yours kicks my neighborhood’s any day of the week.
‘mouse, oh, ‘mouse...leave it to you to head right for the udders. And incidentally, Lloyd would like to have a word with you about yesterday’s comment.
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I figured that “gees” was eggs in some language or ‘nother, Tvindy.
That Fight Bac site was pretty amusing, but somehow I think that the Egg Board was hoping you’d click on this instead. Of course, it’s not nearly as much fun as the other site, and every time I look at the .org site, I find myself getting wound up at how bacteriophobic our public health policy has become. I have no qualms with public safety, and I think that the eradication of polio was one of the greatest success stories of the 20th century, but I still think there’s a middle ground between dangerously contaminated food and sterile food that takes like nothing. But you’ve heard this from me before, over and over, so we’ll take a little break from this discussion. For now.