The alternate menu, take two
Sometimes, meal preparation requires some special abilities.
Imagine, if you will, opening the pantry and taking out a can of [fill in the blank]. Baked beans, to save you time. Without your trusted can opener, supper might be a struggle. Now, in a parallel universe, let’s look at supper on a Sunday, as take-away from the local community centre. Given the season, almost guaranteed to involve one or two red crustaceans. Armour on. Both for the food, and you, because those shells can catch you unaware.
In my case, I opted for the alternate menu, so I had cooked ham, but my dinner partner had to find the appropriate tools to get “into” her supper dish. First you twist, then you crush and finally you scissor into where the food is stored. I am impressed; my careful attention is no longer required for such things. Trained on the field of battle, she be. It’s only a matter of time before she’s on the prep line, getting lobster rolls into the hands of tourists.
I guess it’s simpler than hamburger (I was once asked if I wished to “knock” my heifer, before the ritual slaughter and hanging on a tripod in the back field). And there are other menus that require the same level of involvement, to be sure. The modern model of takeout in a styro container is modern. I remind my kids at every opportunity…
At least the supper dishes, tonight, won’t require much effort. Those lobster shells can go straight into the recuperation pail (outside, where the odour will dissipate in a brisk evening breeze).
