Monday, December 19, 2005
I feel like I've had a holiday party almost every night lately. Last night was one of my favorites: Otis-mas, the natural follow-up to Otis-giving.
Gandy brought rotel. ("It may not seem like holiday food to you, but trust me, where I come from, every FEMA trailer will be serving it.")
Joe [pictured] brought everything we needed to make our own ice cream. Everyone took turns shaking the ice-filled bags, passing them on when their hands got too cold. Soon the bag shaking start to sync up with the music we were listening to (Johnny Cash), taking on a maraca-like quality. An impromptu ice cream-making jam session.
And I wondered, what if making food always made music, and vice versa? After a concert, musicians would turn over their instruments and a freshly prepared feast would tumble out.
The ice cream wasn't that good. But I enjoyed the rotel.
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