Mrs. Teabody Sends Regrets
Good Friday, Gentle Reader! I trust your repose has renewed your flagging spirits? Very well.
Many of you, Gentle Readers, have inquired after the Teabody mousie, and to those of you who revere every living creature -- even ones who scavenge your cupboards laying waste to your hot chocolate and oatmeal packets and sullying the kitchen linens thus prompting DAILY launderings -- set your minds to rest. The Teabody mousie yet lives. Mr. Teabody gives assurances that every effort has been put in place to capture and/or subjugate the creature. In one mad moment, Mr. Teabody speculated aloud about the efficacy of smashing the tiny rodent with a sauce pot. Yes, Gentle Reader. Mrs. Teabody shudders at the thought. (Mon Dieu!)
Mrs. Teabody passed an especially delightful day at Tickle Your Fancy yesterday as she was regaled with Yuletide anecdotes from no fewer than half a dozen particularly cherished friends. Mrs. Teabody's friends are certainly among the world's most talented raconteurs none moreso than Lady Cunningwit of Cunningwit Park. The conversation had just turned to the topic of food courses when the mysterious Mme. Sophia arrived. Shortly upon her arrival Lady Cunningwit used the term "amuse-bouche," a word Mrs. Teabody had heard used in conversation only once before, a term whose meaning for Mrs. Teabody was almost synonymous with appetizer. Not true, Gentle Reader. To wit:
"Amuse-bouche (pronounced ah-myuz boosh) are today what hors d'oeuvres were to America in the 1950s: a relatively unknown feature of French culinary tradition that, once introduced, immediately became standard fare. Chefs at many fine restaurants offer guests an amuse-bouche, a bite-sized treat that excites the tongue and delights the eye, before the meal is served."
This led to a speculation about the term "intermezzo" and the origins of the term and its application. For your consideration, Gentle Readers:
One does learn, Gentle Readers. Lady Cunningwit suggested that Mr. McDonald's Hamburger House would soon have these items on their menu. Would that not be lovely?
Mrs. Teabody has heard many of her working class friends recite the phrase, "TGIF," an acronym for "Thank God, It's Friday" the implication being that the work week has at last been boiled down to one single day-- a duration that is imaginable. Mrs. Teabody implores the TGIF-ers to take a moment to realize that today is the final Friday of the calendar year and thus its being the eve of the eve of the new year, today may be a particularly auspicious time to examine a new practice and a new acronym, LITM for Live in the Moment.
In just a few short moments, Mrs. Moppit will arrive and put Chez Teabody to rights, and Mr. Teabody will shove off for points north. Mrs. Teabody had planned to accompany Mr. Teabody leaving Duchess Ming under the care of a sibling, but sharper minds prevailed and Mr. Teabody will sojourn solo. Mrs. Teabody regrets not having the opportunity to take leave of the Millers of Ontario Centre, but brighter days lie ahead.
Today is the last regular working day of 2011 for most of you, Gentle Readers, and Mrs. Teabody wishes you a productive, obstacle-free time of it. Do not, however, wish it gone. Life is too precious to wish away even a single moment. Put a smile on your face, focus on the tasks that want doing, share a kind word with a co-worker and take a moment to truly look outward to Nature as there is always something in her offering: this moment a glorious pink/violet/gold sunrise.
Many of you, Gentle Readers, have inquired after the Teabody mousie, and to those of you who revere every living creature -- even ones who scavenge your cupboards laying waste to your hot chocolate and oatmeal packets and sullying the kitchen linens thus prompting DAILY launderings -- set your minds to rest. The Teabody mousie yet lives. Mr. Teabody gives assurances that every effort has been put in place to capture and/or subjugate the creature. In one mad moment, Mr. Teabody speculated aloud about the efficacy of smashing the tiny rodent with a sauce pot. Yes, Gentle Reader. Mrs. Teabody shudders at the thought. (Mon Dieu!)
Mrs. Teabody passed an especially delightful day at Tickle Your Fancy yesterday as she was regaled with Yuletide anecdotes from no fewer than half a dozen particularly cherished friends. Mrs. Teabody's friends are certainly among the world's most talented raconteurs none moreso than Lady Cunningwit of Cunningwit Park. The conversation had just turned to the topic of food courses when the mysterious Mme. Sophia arrived. Shortly upon her arrival Lady Cunningwit used the term "amuse-bouche," a word Mrs. Teabody had heard used in conversation only once before, a term whose meaning for Mrs. Teabody was almost synonymous with appetizer. Not true, Gentle Reader. To wit:
"Amuse-bouche (pronounced ah-myuz boosh) are today what hors d'oeuvres were to America in the 1950s: a relatively unknown feature of French culinary tradition that, once introduced, immediately became standard fare. Chefs at many fine restaurants offer guests an amuse-bouche, a bite-sized treat that excites the tongue and delights the eye, before the meal is served."
This led to a speculation about the term "intermezzo" and the origins of the term and its application. For your consideration, Gentle Readers:
"Used throughout Europe as a way to cleanse the palate in between courses, intermezzos are usually small, light and refreshing. Sorbet is commonly used, as is a light sparkling wine such as Prosecco."
One does learn, Gentle Readers. Lady Cunningwit suggested that Mr. McDonald's Hamburger House would soon have these items on their menu. Would that not be lovely?
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Mrs. Teabody has heard many of her working class friends recite the phrase, "TGIF," an acronym for "Thank God, It's Friday" the implication being that the work week has at last been boiled down to one single day-- a duration that is imaginable. Mrs. Teabody implores the TGIF-ers to take a moment to realize that today is the final Friday of the calendar year and thus its being the eve of the eve of the new year, today may be a particularly auspicious time to examine a new practice and a new acronym, LITM for Live in the Moment.
In just a few short moments, Mrs. Moppit will arrive and put Chez Teabody to rights, and Mr. Teabody will shove off for points north. Mrs. Teabody had planned to accompany Mr. Teabody leaving Duchess Ming under the care of a sibling, but sharper minds prevailed and Mr. Teabody will sojourn solo. Mrs. Teabody regrets not having the opportunity to take leave of the Millers of Ontario Centre, but brighter days lie ahead.
Today is the last regular working day of 2011 for most of you, Gentle Readers, and Mrs. Teabody wishes you a productive, obstacle-free time of it. Do not, however, wish it gone. Life is too precious to wish away even a single moment. Put a smile on your face, focus on the tasks that want doing, share a kind word with a co-worker and take a moment to truly look outward to Nature as there is always something in her offering: this moment a glorious pink/violet/gold sunrise.
The world awaits you. Smile for all your great gifts, Gentle Reader. Someone may think you have just had Amuse-bouche.
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