The care with which the rain is wrong and the green is wrong and the white is wrong, the care with which there is a chair and plenty of breathing. The care with which there is incredible justice and likeness, all this makes a magnificent asparagus, and also a fountain.
Tender Buttons / Gertrude Stein
Tender Buttons / Gertrude Stein
Ah, the asparagus... hahaha. Bill's asparagus is never that special. HAHAHA!
One thing about Gertrude Stein...
Her girlfriend Alice Toklas makes a very bland sea bass.
I have a cookbook which details recipies that Picasso ate, as cooked by all the devoted women he surrounded himself with. Including dykes like Getrude and Alice, who probably swore they's never cook for a man again....
Unless it's Picasso "oh Picasso lalalala".
So I decide I'm gonna cook for a man (my gay friend of course) and make this very involved layered sea bass, with stripes of green and white and yellow all up the side.
Well, my God, it was the blandest old dishrag I've ever tasted.
Basically for all my hard work, it's just poached fish with egg and parsley, so what do you expect? But I was under some creative spell, that the poverty of their days in Paris wouldn't translate to my dinner plate, and there would be a miraculous transformation of this Irish flag into food!
No. Oh well.
This is why there is so much CARE in the hard work gone into making the green and the white stripes on the sea bass.
But they are bland: just egg white and mayonnaise and parsley.
And that is why they are so WRONG!!!
So this leads to realising the magnificence of the asparagus, which is probably quite delcious now, even raw... Even the water from the fountain couldn't be so bland...
...excessive diatribe about a certain idiot involved in the organics business...