A couple of days ago,
I had a discussion with a colleague,
and we decided
we would have to meet to discuss a plan of action.
It is technical,
(having to do with teaching,)
so I won’t bore you.
The interesting part though,
was the fact that
he, a German,
actually studied a while
at the University of Illinois,
where I was born,
as a sort of token hail to the orange, hail to the blue,
he asked if maybe we should each bring something small,
and throw it together.
And if thinks I am going to do gourmet catfish
apparently his favorite,
he can think again.
(Even Midwesterners eat fish out,
since after frying catfish,
the kitchen wallpaper has a tendency
to stink for months.)
this was the point where I said sure,
and he showed that he truly, truly understood us Illiniwick-
“But please, even though it will be a Wednesday,
please, please, please,
no baked bean pot.”
With that little knowing smile the Gutenberger get
when they want to show off
that they know something about your culture.
More power to them.
I didn’t really know a lot about US history
except for the required courses at the U
until I moved here.
This was then followed by the statement
“and remember, if you write about it in your blog,
which you always do,
Now, grin or not,
that was a low blow.
For a Midwesterner to live without beans
is tough enough,
but to write a blog about a Wednesday meeting
without talking about them?
As that great soft-shoe dancer Buddy Ebsen used to say.
Hey, we had to watch.
He was from my home town.
As was that great cowboy hero Clint Walker.
So anyway, enough bragging,
and back to the beans.
Hey, only figurative, ok?
So there I was, trying to decide
if I could get by with shrimps in tomato jello,
or pineapple carrot and flaked chicken
in lemon jello,
(hey, if funny jello counts as a vegetable in the schools,
it works for me)
when the obvious came up.
How do we survive a work meeting without coffee.
Ie coffee beans.
Will he bring cookies or donuts with chocolate,
ie coco beans.
Or a taco salad.
Will we sit outside,
in front of one of those giant immersion heaters,
with a large straw
and a bag of legumes,
to keep away the seagulls.
And what if he brings Asian noodles,
which are bean thread?
Beanie weenies in a can?
Fruit with icing made with vanilla bean?
Here we are,
with a world worried about the moral obligation
to become a vegetarian,
because of flatulence of those of the bovine ilk,
when we keep absolutely no count
of the amount of beans
hidden in the food we consume daily.
Why, it’s enough to make a human bean,
I think I’ll just end this blog right here.
Have a cup of acorn coffee as penance.
And contemplate thoughts….
Ps Since today is the First of March,
Rabbit Rabbit to you all.
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