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Jacob Fishman
Bruce clearly knows what he is talking about. But one thing plagues me: won't that initial squirt into the milk cause some of the syrup to run into the foam- impact the pure white (agian, Trump) foam? Shouldn't the (long) spoon "block" that seltzer squirt and direct the blast of seltzer to the side of the glass so that it just touches the milk (as opposed to a direct suirt into the milk, thereby irretrievalby harassing the chocolate lying below the milk)? This is delicate work, but my experience in this realm at Lou's candy store resulted in the creation of Mona Lisa like results. Another idea for reunion activity: an egg cream making contest.
And Fran too (definitely two o's) knows her stuff. However, as I focused on the "black and white cookie cutting issue", I realized there has to be a uniform consensus on the directional placement of the cookie. OR, we could cut the cookies BOTH ways, for variety. Of course, but maybe not of course, small cookies (only of equivalent top shelf quality) will resolve this?
Horizontal cut, vertical cut, mini sized vs. typically sized black and whites, dietetic devil dogs. where can we get a fountain seltzer squirter; do we use a tall spoon to what I perceive to be a necessary and appropriate redirection of the seltzer blast; no response to the slammer matter; open mike-best joke contest; hummed Beatle tunes (How can one repeatedly hum the last and best part of hey Jude- "Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah hey Jude?) This is all getting very complicated, they are all deep and quite relevant questions, and I am getting a terrible headache.
All of this reminds me of an important event in my life well worth sharing. My first career (I am excluding very impactful pre-college employment) was as a hotel bellhop (my introduction to a guest was: "Jack is the name, bellhopping is the game"),
I would watch the comedians-the entertainment at the show each nignt was always a musical "talent" and a comedian). It was a Catskill mountain hotel-I never ate so good in my life. The standard line of every guest when ordering food at each meal in the dining room was "I cannot decide, so I'll have it all"; they let the bellhops eat off the menu too (definitely two os) so I adopted that line)
There was this comedian, I cannot remember his name. He wallked slowly onto the stage. He was very skinny-to (again, one o or two o's?; that bitch Mrs. Sherman maybe told the class but I was not listening) skinny.
His suit hung on him. He was white as a ghost. Overall, he looked like dried, whitish dog shit.
His first words to the audience, said in a low, hesitant voice, was "I don't feel so good". Hysterical!!!
PS: I had to leave this fullfilling bellhop career because the person I wanted to marry said "I am not going to marry a bellhop". She was quite controlling; I was weak; I submitted. My subsequent career was by far not as enjoyable, and the food was not as good, but we are still married, and I am still weak.
I cannot believe I type this shit. Which reminds me that I should thank Mr. Meeks (I think that was his name). He is a person many of us know and whom (M ???) I loved to watch in action. His best line, said in a very serious voice, (which should be on his grave stone, god bless him), with his left pinky waving in the air, moving gracefully from left to right in the front of the class, on his tip toes, while he faced the blackboard-back to the class, was "A ZEEEE A; A ZEEEE A; A ZEEEE A".
When he did this, I looked around the classroom at the faces of other students. Blank stares everywhere. No one seemed to realize that this was a very, very bizarre moment in one's lifetime. Once in a while, I would meekly (ugh) ask him to tell (teach) me once again about the A and Z keys-how to use them-I told him I had trouble using the "Z" key, and he would reprise his role.
It was like a balet performance. I cannot forget his quote and moves, and I repeat his quote verbally and attempt his moves all to (again (one o or two o's?) often. Imagine walking past that classroom, door open, and seeing and hearing Mr. Meeks with that pinky flying around and he on his tip toes. Shades of Welcome Back Kotter at EMHS.
Enough insanity today. Everyone be weill and enjoy life however you can.
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