“Tell me when you’re sick of having your mouth open and I’ll be the hole.” (part one)

On Sunday, we decided to haul our hineys to the farmer’s market, which was really more of a craft fair with food. Not that I’m complaining, mind! Arts and crafts like these charming signs that let you know that you are an open-minded, forward-thinking individual, right on the outside of your home so as to better warn passers-by, potential friends, and Amway salespeople that you are likely armed and trigger-happy. My favorite is “God created a few perfict people. The rest of us are right handed.” Given ‘perfict’, what are the odds that the woodburning master was himself right-handed? Aaaand then there was this: 28726_398696908939_8026346_n Poll #1578480 Nom or Vom: Cocktail hour Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 27 Would you eat this?

View Answers NOM NOM NOM 9 (33.3%)VOM VOM VOM 18 (66.7%)

Do you find the ‘meat…’ disconcerting at all? Like perhaps it’s circus-grade mystery meat?

View Answers Yeah, hello grade F! 8 (29.6%)Maybe. A little. 10 (37.0%) I’d still eat it. Your grammar has no place on MY palate! 6 (22.2%) No. What’s wrong with you, that you infer that from some damn dots? 3 (11.1%)

When you hear meat cocktail, do you think:

View Answers “Like shrimp cocktail, only with other meats!” 10 (37.0%)”A jamba juice-like boozy meat smoothie.” 15 (55.6%) Something else. To the comments! 2 (7.4%)

    Further down the street, we ran into a caramel corn vendor who believed in the nigh-lost art form of themed headwear for their employees. Emily approached and asked the vendor ever-so-sweetly if it was possible if we were able to get pictures wearing the hats, and he promptly handed over two. We promptly engaged in corn-hat battles on the street, drawing in so many onlookers that we were offered corn-shilling jobs, but this unicorn can’t be tamed, baby. 28726_398696918939_1021486_n 28726_398696928939_1093113_n 28726_398696933939_2006809_n 28726_398696938939_6852771_n When I saw that a vendor was selling rattlesnake on a stick, I knew it was my solemn duty to eat it. We have already learned that food tastes better when impaled upon a stick, and this was my opportunity to try something new AND at maximum tastiness, given the presence of said stick. 28726_398696948939_6062874_n 28726_398696953939_3927771_n I’ve gotta say, I was a little underwhelmed. The flavor was good, but it was entirely too difficult to eat. That seven dollar and fifty cent lump in the photograph was nearly 90% bone, I shit you not. No wonder the woman taking my order smirked at me! I firmly believe that if we can engineer watermelons to be square and seedless, we can make delicious foods boneless. Don’t try to contradict me with science and facts. On our way back to the car, we bought marshmallow guns. So very many marshmallow guns, and bag after bag after bag of marshmallows. 28726_398696958939_3539404_n Is it really so important that one gets cremated with a scenic view? Isn’t it past the point of mattering? Just a thought. After the market and picking futilely at bony meat products, we decided it was time for a late lunch at the Bridgewater Bistro. Apparently, no one in the history of time had ever shown up for a late lunch, as they were utterly flummoxed as to what to serve us. First, we were told that for the next ten minutes, we could order off the brunch menu. Or, in ten minutes’ time, we could order off of a much smaller menu. Or, we could order from the dinner menu, but no entrees and only some of the other dishes. I fully expected to be presented with yet another menu with the disclaimer that you could only order from it if your birthday was between December and April and your favorite color was puce. It’s also to be noted that they don’t serve fish at the Bridgewater Bistro, they serve “fish”. God only knows what “fish” might be. 28726_398696963939_5935566_n I pressed my luck and ordered from two menus, getting the dungeness crab escargot-style with hazelnut butter, and a cougar burger, with cheese from real milked cougars on top (dangerous with any definition of the word cougar), and cranberry-blueberry mustard. 28726_398696968939_6405616_n Everything was delicious, but beware of showing up at 2:50 on a Sunday lest you have to run the gauntlet of menus yourself. After lunch, it was time to head back to Long Beach and the wondrous Marsh Museum… to be continued

20 Comments “Tell me when you’re sick of having your mouth open and I’ll be the hole.” (part one)

  1. apestyle June 14, 2010 at 8:12 pm

    I’m calling a moratorium on quotation marks until all Americans learn how they’re “properly” used.

    1. pretzelcoatl June 14, 2010 at 8:26 pm

      You mean they aren’t used for “emphasis”?

      1. doctoreon June 14, 2010 at 9:07 pm

        “Of course” they are.

        1. admin June 14, 2010 at 9:13 pm

          Are you “kidding”?

          1. doctoreon June 14, 2010 at 9:15 pm

            I would “never” kid you.

          2. admin June 14, 2010 at 9:28 pm

            It’s hard to “be” sure, sometimes.

  2. scearley June 14, 2010 at 8:19 pm

    Default fonts ahoy!

    1. admin June 14, 2010 at 9:36 pm

      I’m generally not picky about fonts so long as it isn’t comic sans on a formal invitation. Mostly because I’m font-ignorant.

  3. playmoby June 14, 2010 at 8:36 pm

    those corn hats remind me of cheeseheads…….

    1. admin June 14, 2010 at 9:13 pm

      A little bit, yeah!

  4. whobyfire78 June 14, 2010 at 8:51 pm

    Hmm. I love crab meat, and I love shrimps, so you’d think I’d be all over the crab and shrimp meat cocktail. But then I try to picture what reason they must have for calling it such (why not just a crab and shrimp cocktail) and the resulting mental images make my stomach churn.

    So, I’m undecided.

    1. admin June 14, 2010 at 9:13 pm

      I figure my problem with a lot of foods like that is an overactive imagination.

  5. zophos June 14, 2010 at 9:18 pm

    I think the “meat” is just misplaced. Like crab meat, fine. Shrimp meat, incorrect.

    That said, I invented a cocktail called the Brutus which is a Caesar but with Beefamato instead of Clamato. Since I have not yet found any Beefamato up here, it remains untested.

    Also, that is pretty cheap for rattlesnake. They were selling a whole one at the grocery store here for $150/pound.

    1. admin June 14, 2010 at 9:41 pm

      Wow, $150/pound? That’s crazy!

      I’m not sure how I feel about Clamato, and whether I would try a Caesar if given the opportunity.

  6. pretzelcoatl June 14, 2010 at 9:44 pm

    This reminds me: I need to get my marshmallow gun out and use it on hapless floormates. MWAHAHAHHAHAHA.

  7. madamecacoon June 14, 2010 at 11:41 pm

    Calamari isn’t a fish, so maybe that’s their excuse for putting it on the “fish” menu?

  8. maps_or_guitars June 15, 2010 at 12:42 am

    Meat cocktail = PDT’s old fashioned with bacon-infused bourbon.

    It’s very good.

  9. cheeserock June 14, 2010 at 10:27 pm

    wait, was this real cougar, or “cougar”?

    1. admin June 14, 2010 at 11:24 pm

      I don’t think that any real cougars or “cougars” were involved or harmed in the process of making the cheese.

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