“First Slices”

The Oldest, Youngest

Devil Dogs get ‘First Slices’*

at ‘The Birthday’ Balls.

 

  • (Traditional – and I probably will get this wrong: oldest or most senior officer and youngest – and almost surely least senior enlisted – will split the first slice of Marine Corps birthday cake either just outside the Mess Hall as was my first 10 November Marine Corps birthday celebration in Boot Camp at Parris Island, South Carolina. The big sheet cake will be cut either with the Marine senior enlisted – NCO and Staff NCO saber or the officer’s Presley O’Bannion straight sword.)

“The Media Know*” Tanka 862

The Media know

no history – and knows not

what’s in store for them:

 

Once the Communists take charge

They will be Third** to ‘The Wall!’

 

  • (Media, like Data, are plural.  That’s something school so rarely teaches and teachers so rarely, apparently, learned themselves.)
  • ** (First to get eradicated will be The Clergy; second, the Protestors – most of whom helped bring about The Revolution; then, third but by no means last will come The Media’s turn to face those little black holes at the ends of long stick thingies some have mistakenly called “guns.” Rifles, really. Check out the socialist/communist revolutions so far and see who and in which order “go to the walls” and then only after everyone’s properly cowed the remainders to the re-education camps.)

“The ‘Old Hands’ Say: We”

The ‘Old Hands’ say “We”

years after their Grid Team days –

Not just at ‘The U!’*

 

  • (Willing to bet alll the other collegiate football teams in The United States gnash and wail and moan with the realize only The University of Miami fashioned a unique and so strongly attractive ‘U’ symbol, the halves of the upper arms each in the team’s colors and thus became known as “The U” instead of more mundane monikers and nicknames and labels like FSU or OU or SC or sumsuch long drawn out too-tough-to-read string of three- and four-letter logos and identifiers and we mustn’t strain those tender students’ memories past where’s the best dope, no?)

“Great Galangal* Harvest”

Great galangal harvest,

not so much with the ginger:

Lemongrass booming!

 

  • (For the uniniated, Galanga often is described as a Laotian or Thai version of the rhizome ginger, and it is related to the common grocery-store ginger.  Galangal does not display the usual hard-outside skin of seasoned plants which can be scraped off with a teaspoon rather than trimmed – wastefully so! – with a paring knife.  But in my galangal experience, now going into its second year and thus sample-able, the skin is thinner, almost papery, and the rhizome – root – is more bulbous than a long, too-skinny “hand” of ginger I so far have grown.  Still makes superb tea but it is so labor-intensive.  I have launched several experimental “pots” of ginger to see if I can duplicate the big, fat hands I see in local grocery stores – alas, none seen so far in local greengrocer-style farmers’ markets, most of which around here seem to sup off the same distribution chain as, say, Publix or Winn-Dixie – which meaneth little to those unblessed to live elsewhere.  I met a lady last night from Lake Ontario’s Southern Shores who longed after the fat-bottomed and long-stalked – stripped-of-extraneous leaves – lemon grass I included in my gift bundles to some ladies I admire and wanted to offer them some to eat, some to sashay and some to grow-their-own.  The Lemongrass started two years ago as two- and three-stalk “sets” stuck into the side-yard garden’s southernmost dirt and now forms a 20-foot+ long hedge of mosquito- and bug-repellent and lemony-smelling stuff.  Take a stalk, strip it to its innermost skin, trim slightly the root end and get the stalk you deserve: each morning for so long as sit is fragrant, which may be some weeks, slip it into the pillowcases you possess and whose heads resting thereupon you love, and at night when you retire you will have the lemoniest-smelling repose. Does marvelously stuffed with garlic or apple inside a roasting chicken.  Only a small portion of the grass is edible, and I prefer to chop longer sticks tied in a knot to slip into a broth or stew of chicken or pork.  I have steeped lemongrass with ginger to make a tea not needful of them leave-ish bags, but sure to top such with warmth, comfort and settled stomach: microwave suitable – just smash the lemongrass with the back side of a chef’s knife or whathaveyou.)

“What About That Old, Cynical Marine Ditty*?”

Am I ‘The Only’

one to eat the apple core?

Stem-toothbrush as well!

 

  • (As was passed on to me by Old Salts: Eat The Apple, F#*@ The Corps! I not only hate to litter, I like the seeds and the little protective sheaths that surround the seeds and, what-in-hole, use the stem to get into the lodgements of apple and breakfast and then like grapestems, mash on down to keep the molars in practice – and violá all gone!)