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Here’s a story about two groups of people in the world: lawyers and everyone else. The Venn Diagram of Lawyers and NonLawyers separates people who know in their hearts that comma placement is a science akin to nuclear physics, and people who are sane. There may be some overlap between the Lawyer circle and the NonLawyer circle, but these “sane lawyers” are a rare commodity. I proved this to myself recently when I wrote a legal research paper about backyard chicken farming. Putting myself in the shoes of a York County resident, I tried to figure out whether county ordinances would prevent me from raising chickens in my hypothetical backyard in York.

In this hypothetical world, I discovered that the County has all kinds of restrictions on raising “livestock.” Ok great. Here is where a normal person would read the livestock regulations and go on their merry chicken farming way. But I didn’t go through 3 years of law school to make things simple. We have to find out if chickens are actually livestock! All aboard the train to crazy town.

The County Code’s definition of livestock doesn’t actually seem to include poultry. The Code defines livestock as cows, horses, sheep, pigs, deer, antelope, llamas, emu, ostriches, fish, rabbits, and “any other individual animal specifically raised for food or fiber.” Ok, so maybe poultry are animals raised for food? Maybe, but the Code actually defines poultry separately from its definition of livestock. Are poultry both livestock and their own special category, or are they not livestock? WHAT’S THE ANSWER? After turning in all these definitional circles, I called the County, Nancy Drew style, and discovered that chickens are indeed livestock. At least the County thinks so. Way to go sane people. Way to keep the rest of us from going off the deep end. Now will someone please fix the Code? It gives me nightmares about emus being raised for fiber, whatever that means.

Finally got my computer back from the computer doctor, so I can give you the last bit of Andon’s Story of Life!

Many Dragons
walked over the Land
seeking out plants
Some with long necks
to reach the tree tops
others with horns or armor
to defend
to fight
Some were Hunters
the large hunting alone
the small in packs
Nowadays, we call them
Dinosaurs
but they were the closest thing
to Dragons
we ever had. Continue Reading »

Against my usually better judgment, I slotted the car into the drive-through pass.  The back door to the KFC was open, allowing a glimpse into the fragrant underbelly, the pulsating heart of the Double Down’s origins.  Chunky food preparers sauntered around the wedge of kitchen into which I peered. One looked over at me; I slouched lower in my seat, unspeakably embarrassed. As if I were actually committing an atrocious crime, something akin to admitting that you get off while smelling dirty socks from preschoolers. Or something along those lines. The speaker crackled to life, and I placed my order. One Double Down, please.

“Combo or sandwich?” Oh god, how could I be doing this?

aka SlopChicken Supreme

I actually ate this.

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I took a short trip to Georgia recently. The season is in full bloom there in a vivid capacity I’m unaccustomed to and was a little overwhelming, with confusing ribbons of red clover dashed across the tall grass around my grandmother’s property. I was only there for a few, surreal days, but the occasion provided a bizarre opportunity to interact with and observe a startlingly burgeoning clamor of relations on both my mother’s and father’s sides.

It was easiest to simply order pizzas for so many mouths, so I grabbed a slice and sidled through the narrow space between the kitchen table and the countertop where the little woodpecker toothpick holder used to be until my grandmother told me I could take it; it’s now on our hearth in Seattle. I looked with surprise and delight at my cousin’s four-year-old daughter who was quietly eating a slice covered in chunks of sausage, slices of olive and God knew what other vegetable and animal matter anathema to the palate of most sub-preteens. “Char, that’s incredible,” I remarked when I managed to catch the eye of my cousin’s wife. “I can’t believe she’s eating that; I never touched anything but cheese pizza until I was about thirteen.”

Char’s Canadian accent was a musical counterpoint to the quick drawls of the family around us. “Oh, we don’t ever buy her any special food. She eats what we eat or nothing at all. I will not have a spoiled child.”

How lovely! How revolutionary! You see, this phenomenon of the picky eating of children has been a vexation to my mental ponderings for some time now. I know the pickiness is real. Between about the ages of two and four, I threw a full tantrum at dinner every single night at dinner until I was permitted to make myself an Eggo waffle with peanut butter on it and eat that instead of whatever my mother had spent the evening cooking. I didn’t even consider consuming so much as a burrito until I was in college. There must be a better way. I mean, children who grow up in India eat Indian food, right?

I think about things like that every time I make Indian food. And I make Indian food a LOT.

Here is my favorite daal recipe. I found it here. You should make this, and serve it to young children, and force them to be delighted with it. Let me know how it goes? Continue Reading »

Spring Dinner

15 minute spring dinner -beautiful, surprisingly satisfying, ridiculously healthy, delicious.

Simple steps

  1. Can beets last August (ok maybe this takes a little more planning than 15 minutes worth).
  2. Wash asparagus, lettuce.
  3. Snap off ends of asparagus, cut 4 slices of lemon, arrange in tinfoil tray, sprinkle with salt, squeeze other lemon half on top.
  4. Broil asparagus for 9 minutes (we used the toaster oven).
  5. Arrange lettuce, beets on plate, artfully crumble sheep’s milk feta on top. Channel your inner Picasso.
  6. Toast bread, slice.
  7. Burn your fingers putting the toast and asparagus on the plate.
  8. Open a fruity Savignon Blanc, pour 2 glasses, spend 15 minutes trying to take a decent picture of the plate while your friend gets hungrier and more impatient by the minute. (Hmm, we’re up to half an hour here. Fuzzy math?)
  9. Enjoy! You’ve earned it!  The author found the meal to be complimented quite well by the rugged looks and low voice of a 1985 Robert Redford in Out of Africa.

Here’s your second installment of Andon’s Story of Life.

The water was full of life

The land was empty

Everything was ready
the air was good now
the Sun shone bright
but life just hadn’t gotten there

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Williamsburg is a sleepy little town.  Only one place to drink worth mentioning, constantly overrun with tourists, and a very efficient police response time whenever there’s music loud enough to hear.  But let it not be said that William & Mary students can’t entertain themselves.

Hey, I know those kids!  There are unexpected dance parties in Swem library almost every year during finals, and apparently this year’s was in celebration of Earth Day.  Awesome!  W00t Earth Day!

And here’s another of my favorite William & Mary student videos, explaining why we end up having random dance parties in the library.  Shout out to the Tribe.

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