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Eating The Young |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
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George Orwell once said such language (war's) is "designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable and to give the appearance of solidity to pure wind." There is a "theology" behind nuclear war planning, Colin Powell said. http://www.state.gov/secretary/rm/2002/8704.htm . . . . . . Chef Chaleureux tossed the empty pop-top can short of the trash and noticed in its retrieval how easily dented modern containers are, constructed with only enough metal to reach the kitchen shelves. He picked up the ‘Le Sueur’s’ “very young small Early Peas” as he kicked the back door closed against the draft. He would miss the huge kitchen he’d occupied these last few years. This would be the final meal he’d supervise at the Springvale Nursing Home in Youngstown for the well-to-do and long of tooth. The tenants weren’t the reason for leaving, though it did get old handling them with kid gloves, but another institution realized he was “worth his salt,” or en français, solde, as his mentor, an ex- legionnaire, would call their pay, from when the Romans paid armies with salt. He embedded the peas into the coalition of beets, carrots, asparagus and new potatoes already boiling and using a mortar and pestle mashed garlic cloves into paste, then whisking egg yolks, drizzled in the measured amount of extra-virgin olive oil as the junges gemuse or young vegetables required. He ruled the kitchen but not always the menu, thus hors d'oeuvres would be caviar and baby swiss with an assortment of crackers. Salad, summer lettuce, cherry tomatoes and fresh shoots with ‘liberty’ dressing, long loaves of ‘liberty’ bread. Veal and lamb would serve as entrées. The veal, select dairy calves, milk fed, deemed unsuitable for breeding, were cuts of loin eye, boneless medallions and were fixed in the killbox of the cutting board. It was hammer time, each piece lined up for kinetic targeting of the meat mallet. The lamb, whole legs, had already been trimmed, slit and garlic shrapnel slivered into the gaps. sautéed jelly, lemon peel and juice, ginger root, salt, mustard, and pepper would dress it for la presentation was half the battle. Chaleureux would now separate the yolks from their surroundings for la sauce à Béarnaise and instructed his assistant, a young, Black unwed mother, to turn down the blue on blue flame of the friendly fire to avoid granularity. With a wave of her hand, deconflicting the airspace over the stove, she did as ordered but, knowing how many who’d gone before her had been burned, always entered this red zone cautiously. The chef, noticing the ‘liberty sour,’ made from Jingan cabbage, which needed but 55 days from planting to harvest, was boiling, instructed the girl to calm its hot contact point adding he didn’t want any collateral damage which he always pronounced dommage, pity in French. Entering the Great Room long after the meal, that dark and musty place where youth appeared only through the screaming TV, Chaleureux was intercepted by the Director who wished him well and surveying the residents said; “Well I hope everyone is satisfied now that they all have gas” to which the chef replied “ Oui, a catastrophic success!” . . . . . . http://dpingles.ugr.es/lies/language_war.htm [This message has been edited by RSWells (12-14-2004 04:39 PM).] |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
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very very impressive sir....extrremely well written. The greatest beauty on earth, is |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
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Thank you Gentle Spirit for taking time to read and commenting so kindly. |
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