Tuesday, February 16, 2010

sourdough trinity

My daughter has been saying "oh my god!" about stuff lately. It came on suddenly, as though picked up from a friend. (My guess is that this happened somewhere between 9am and 3pm last Friday; the last day of school before I first remember hearing it.) The first few times I heard her say it, I busted up a bit, then had the inkling to somehow correct her. It made me think of growing up and having my grandparents correct me, saying "you mean: oh my gosh." Not being hung up on words involving a deity, I chose not to engage in any "correction" and went back to laughing. My partner mentioned having the same response to hearing this little phrase out of her. We were witnessing a sort-of birth of irreverence. Sweet. With it now being Fat Tuesday and all, and inspired by my daughter, I thought I'd indulge myself a bit and document a bit of my own irreverent behavior. So on with it.

Never before have I made english muffins, baked a loaf of bread AND brewed, all on the same day. Three creations from the same mother. It made me think of a triptych. Then I felt myself being pulled down an irreverent road. If it were the holy trinity, just who would be the father, son and holy something-or-other then, huh?. It should be more like mother, daughter and etherial spirit if you ask me.....Then I snapped back to and posed the yeastie offspring for a group photo. If only they looked more like panels, and had hinges connecting them together, maybe then I could claim triptych.

Then, satisfied with this, I went and had myself a beer in my favorite new glass. (Thanks once again sis) Irreverent as hell, it makes me laugh heartily. I especially enjoy it when I'm having a dark beer such as this one in it, and a different "reason" becomes revealed with each new glug. Yeah, that shit busts me up you might say.

Go tie one on, get schnockered, dance all night, run around naked, whatever. Eat lots of meat, fatty sugary things and indulge. Come tomorrow, depending on your culture, you just might have to pull your shit together.
And if not, remember, it is still a school night.

Where 'yat?

8 comments:

Mimi said...

Bread, english muffins and beer all on the same day. You are quite awesome!

K and S said...

awesome beer glass :) okole maluna! (bottoms up!)

cookiecrumb said...

Laissez!

電信 said...

您的部落格文章真棒!!有空我一定會常來逛!!........................................

Chilebrown said...

Man, I just drank a lot of beer and I still could not read your last commnet.

Kimberly said...

The Holy Trinity...your grandparents must be rolling over in their graves...I can't help myself loving the humor.
Love the brew glass.

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Monkey Wrangler said...

Mimi: The yeast is the awesome one. Uh, I mean quin-tillions!

Kat: Mahalo!

Cookie: Awright!

電信: Yeah! Thank you.

Chile: It should read: Where are you at? But the natives shorten it to "where yat?" which really means how are you? The first time I heard such things out of folks from Louisiana, I was equally dumbfounded. Without the beer.

Ma: I sure hope they don't roll too fast and break that pretty casket........

And to whoever is trying to spam or advertise on this site: I may swear every now and then, but it is no excuse to link crude things here. Please stop.