Monday, October 27, 2003

Henniway you look at it, there’s a foul wind blowing at the Fort Stewart military base near Savannah. Hundreds of sick and wounded soldiers back from Iraq are languishing in crudely furnished barracks without proper medical care (NY Times 10/21//03). Lt. Col. Kevin Curry, an Army spokesman at the Pentagon, says the assessment team is on the ground. When Rosie reads assessment and Pentagon in the same sentence she starts baking. Over the weekend, she sold twenty del Fabro Carrot Cakes and donated all sales to Dean for America. Each cake was wrapped with a nosegay of spray roses donated by Henrietta with a note from Scratch and Sniff Florist: “Proud to be Fowl.”

Phil and Johnny (can a commitment ceremony be far off?) took the bus to NYC to see Hairspray. Harvey Fierstein was even funnier than they eggspected. They kissed when Tracy sang “I Can Hear the Bells” and Johnny pronounced it their song. After the show, they strutted backstage and found Harvey taking off his wig and his unmentionables. They had a few beers and some corn chips with Harvey and then they pecked him goodbye (Johnny heard the bells) and headed to Penn Station in a Manhattan Rickshaw.

Saturday night, Rosie kept the Roasted Corn open until 4 AM. Everyone clucked over Seymour M. Hersh’s Annals Of National Security THE STOVEPIPE and the feathers flew. It seems Vice-President Cheney relies on unvetted intelligence. Thelma and Louise waddled down to Rick’s Roadside Scratch Stand and bought every copy of the Star and mailed them to Dick so he could have some reliable material. They enclosed two foul fowl feathers with a note: Dear Dicky, if you believe in forged documents you’ll love the enclosed. Happy Halloween. Thelma and Louise.

Rosetta is working on a new walnut raisin breakfast ring for Thanksgiving breakfast at the Roasted Corn. She gave samples to Rusty and Eloise and they both pronounced it sweet, flakey and a great way to start the holidays. With the taste of buttered walnuts still in the back of her throat, Eloise decided that the South Beach Diet is a great diet for next summer. Rusty cracked a smile, took another piece of pastry, and invited Eloise to see Mystic River.

Rosaria called a headhunter who told her she eggspecks it will take eight months to find her another job at the same level as her Dow Jones position. Rosaria swallowed her pride and filled out an application to work as a cashier at the Peck and Shop. She starts Saturday. It isn’t eggsactly the job she wants but chicks without work have to scratch.


Monday, October 20, 2003

Henniway you look at it, the red leaves are turning brown in Hatchburg. On Friday, after someone put copies of page 36 of The Passion by Jeanette Winterson in all the Hatchburg mailboxes, Juliet’s phone started ringing and it hasn’t stopped since. She is booked for the next two weeks and has a list with 10 hens waiting. The page references Napoleon: “While the guests filled themselves on rare fish and veal in newly invented sauces, he kept to his chicken, eating a whole one every night, usually forgetting about the vegetables.” Rosetta called 1-800-NO-PANIC as did Henrietta. Thelma contacted Miss Higgs at Hatchville Public Library and begged her, in the name of good mental health, to dispose of all copies of the foul book. Miss Higgs refused, saying she was too low in the library pecking order to make such a decision. Later that same day, two copies mysteriously disappeared from the library along with three copies from the shelves of A Cock's Tail. At midnight on Friday, Hatchburg’s fire department was called to investigate a small brush fire near the railroad tracks. Fire chief Loosefeather pronounced the fire under control and said it appeared to be "a smoldering pile of printed material foul.”

Rosetta spent her day off looking for dessert ideas for The Roasted Corn. While leafing though her mother’s old recipes, she found Big Rose’s recipe for Pineapple Crumb Cake. She mixed up a 13 X 9 X 2 pan of the walnut, coconut, brown sugar-topped pineapple this-will-make-you-guys-feel-better cake for Phil and Johnny, who spent the week depressed over what happened at St. Benedict’s Church in the Bronx. (They won’t be singing a gay tune in any Catholic Church choir.) Phil and Don ate the whole cake in one pecking, and pronounced themselves still gay but less depressed.

On Sunday, October 12, Hatchburg’s favorite little carrot-topped chicklette, Roxanne Benson, was dedicated at Dish. She cooed while she was blessed with earth, wind , fire and water. At the scrumptious brunch, del Fabro said she had never sat at a table with so many eggs. Most of the hens didn’t notice, they were too busy clucking over the tender ricotta fritters and flapping their feathers over Roxie, who they declared the sweetest dish.

Rosaria is still unemployed. She is painting the back porch at 22 Bearnaise Place (pink, of course).


Monday, October 06, 2003

Henniway you look at it, the place to be Saturday night was 22 Bernaise place. Henrietta threw a spectacular party to introduce herself to all of Hatchburg. Unfortunately her husband was unable to attend. He was detained in China due to a misunderstanding that occurred while he was boarding a Beijing to Hatchburg flight. Former Hatchburgians, the Brenmans, arrived from Philadelphia, and the newly married Dimons flew in, still glowing from their September 27th wedding in Vermont.

Del Fabro catered the dinner and made one of her memorable meals based on a Sicilian theme. She decorated the tables with bunches of wild white roses, lavender, rosemary and Jerusalem artichoke flowers. She named each course after one of her dead relatives; some hens found the idea charming. Santo’s Primo, a chickpea stew, was delicious but the hit of the evening was Rocco’s Dolce, individual Mount Etnas (molten chocolate cakes). One guest pronounced the cakes better than sex. Del Fabro had a question for the guest, but she held her tongue (her own). Everyone brought a dish to share (which del Fabro packed in baskets trimmed in the last of the season’s phlox blossoms) for a sunrise breakfast. To Joey’s delight, the sun rose like a sunny side up you-know-what. The morning air still tasted of moonlight as Henrietta led her new friends up to the hills above Hatchburg. As the blackbirds prepared the sky for morning, Henrietta’s party ate breakfast on white linen spread on straw carried up courtesy of Joey. Del Fabro closed her eyes and imagined herself tending sheep with her grandfather in the hills of San Giovanni, Sicily. When no one was looking, Phil kissed Johnny.

While everyone (except Deirdre, she’s lactose intolerant) munched on ricotta fritters and sipped espresso, del Fabro read from Al Franken’s Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them. Eloise was too full to laugh and had to excuse herself.

Hattie and Rosie organized a trip to HWS in Geneva, New York for For Whom The Bell Tolls, a silent vigil for David Larry Nelson who is scheduled to be executed, or as Hattie says, "killed" in Alabama on October 9th. Henrietta decided to delay her grand opening of Scratch and Sniff Florist and join the trip. Joey will be unable to make the journey. He has previous plans to visit The Franklin Park Zoo in Boston with Jewel and Juliet. Juliet will interview the gorilla who has twice escaped from the zoo. On his last escape he made it as far as the bus stop outside the zoo. Juliet wants to know where he was going and what inspired him to break out. She maintains a journal of anecdotes expressing the courage to be free. Juliet has breakout issues.


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