Domingo, Junho 17, 2007

suprasegmental phenomena

at the metro ticket counter in pensacola:
-so, you have your tickets from antony to the centre ville...
-no, i don't.
-[laugh] so, you have your tickets from antony to the centre ville, then you have your tickets to circulate in the centre ville itself.
-now i see.

on sundays in pensacola the people like to go to the market and buy food, then spend all of the day eating it. the weather was nice so barbecue opus fuit. perry is a young professional who likes entertaining guests. his fiancée elaine also does. i was with three asian women as usual. we were instructed to sit on the balcony so as to enjoy the sunlight, then given bottles of belgian trappist ale to drink with hors d'oeuvres being a haddock and salmon cake, cherries and tomatoes thereof, squares of toast with tuna and a quiche. then we were aimably prayed to truly desire to accord our hosts/guests/enemies the pleasure of sitting at a larger table.

we were persuaded to eat roasted poivrons, courgettes and aubergines, some links of sausage and beef brouchettes with a rosé that, según dijo perry, ça c'est un peu trafiqué, hmm, mais c'est bon. you would think you are full by this time but there's an old seminole trick that involves eating a small scoop of pear sorbet with a shot of vodka poured over it to push the food down and make a bit more room. it is also wise to drink an eau pétillante during the main course to facilitate digestion. elaine clears away the plates yet again and perry brings a tray with seven kinds of cheeses and a basket of bread. they say that we deserve citizenship because they've never seen americans so eagerly eat condé or époisse. the cheese goes with a white wine, assez sec. the words for cheese in english, latin, german, japanese, vietnamese, spanish, portuguese... are all cognate, but fromage, on the other hand, is from the vulgar latin formaticus, having been formed or shaped.

then apricot pie, a crumble and a cup of espresso. take a nap and your sunday is over, then you gotta get up for work in the morning, and the whole company's going to hell, that's what the consumer products packaging industry is like.

2 Comments:

Blogger Jeff from Austin said...

mmm... Belgian Trappist ale. How's the Latin going? I think there may be an old Cicero book around here if you want it.

3:38 PM  
Blogger sakit said...

LOL. I didn't notice we were in Pensacola. Perry and Elaine enjoyed your company and are still talking about your appetite for the epoisse.

Happy journey,
Saki

5:12 PM  

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