Friday, July 9, 2010

I Am The Kitchen Monkey. Ku Ku Ka Choo. Goo Goo G' Joob.

Rosie had a funny experience today. This afternoon, I called Glowria to see if she'd like to ride with me to the new digs of Outer Banks Epicurean. This is located on Colington Road in the former Charlene's (food/convenience store with wines way too high), which didn't last very long at all. The building is diagonally across the road from Skeeter's, which I recently blogged about. Glowria and I walked into the spacious interior, offering artwork for sale - photographs, pottery. Well, Glow and I weren't offering the artwork; the interior was offering it. Nice large kitchen on the left side. Their menu changes daily and of course local seafood is used in coordination with OBX Catch. We were chatting with Amy Huggins, the owner, and she mentioned the beef comes from the Baldwin Family Farm near ... and I jumped in with, "I know those cows! I pass them on 86 between Yanceyville and Danville every time I go home." She recognized my voice at that point. Not that I have a recognizable voice or anything. Then she sorta thought she knew me (I recognized that expression.) and I explained we had, indeed, met before at a Taste of the Beach event. See here. Then she remembered because she had graduated from Averett College, now University, in Danville, and knew that I had too. We had discussed this little coinky-dinky at her seafood class. Small world. Anyways, here comes the funny part. Amy says to me, in sudden recognition,
"You're the Kitchen Monkey, aren't you !??!" Of course, I had no idea what she was talking about and feigned ignorance which is no stretch at all for me. Then Amy went on to relate a story where apparently I dissed her beans. And yes, it's in my blog post on the above link. She was quite nice and laughing about it and I really hadn't remembered it until I re-read the above linked post. Amy went on to say she loves "input" like that and encourages "constructive criticism." And now she has her kitchen filled with canisters of dried beans! She still thinks I'm the Kitchen Monkey. Wish you the best, Amy, in your new home. I raise my glass to a successful future for you. But really, I ain't nobody's Kitchen Monkey! . . . . . . Well, now that I think about it, I guess I am the Kitchen Monkey.
Mama Hawthorne would have had a chuckle over this. Kitchen Monkey, indeed! Oh. Points for the Ku Ku Ka Choo reference. (Or is it Ku Ku Ka Chu?) Ticks? Anyone? 07/10/10 4:36 PM ETA: I misspelled it. Apparently it's spelled "Goo goo g' joob" but you can see why I might have erred. Ticky, if I'd originally written "goo goo g' joob" would you have gotten I Am The Walrus? Now I wonder how the lyrics of Mrs. Robinson spell the Ku Ku Ka Choo. ETA at 7:10 PM: Simon and Garfunkle spell it "Coo, coo, ca-choo." Here are the lyrics to Mrs. Robinson: And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files We'd like to help you learn to help yourself Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon Going to the candidates debate Laugh about it, shout about it When you've got to choose Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo) What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson Joltin' Joe has left and gone away (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) Here was my thought process: I am the Walrus. I am the Eggman. I am the Kitchen Monkey. Ku Ku Ka Choo. Coo coo ca-choo. Goo goo g' joob. That's just how Rosie's mind rocks and rolls. Here are the lyrics from the Beatles' I Am The Walrus: I am here as you are here as you are me and we are all together See how they run like pigs from a gun see how they fly I'm crying Sitting on a cornflake Waiting for the van to come Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday Man you've been a naughty boy you let your face grow long I am the eggman they are the eggmen I am the walrus Goo goo g' joob Mr. City policeman sitting pretty little policemen in a row See how they fly like Lucy in the sky See how they run I'm crying I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying Yellow matter custard Dripping from a dead dog's eye Crabalocker fishwife Pornographic priestess Boy, you've been a naughty girl you let your knickers down I am the eggman They are the eggmen I am the walrus Goo goo g' joob Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun If the sun don't shine you get a tan You get a tan from standing in the English rain I am the eggman They are the eggmen I am the walrus Goo goo g' joob Expert, texpert choking smokers don't you think the joker laughs at you See how they smile like pigs in a sty See how they snide I'm crying Semolina Pilchard climbing up the Eiffel tower Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe I am the eggman They are the eggmen I am the walrus Goo goo g' joob Goo goo g' joob Goo goo g' joob goo goo g' joob goo goo g' juba juba juba juba juba juba juba juba juba juba juba

5 comments:

Kathy said...

Ticks places the envelope on her forehead and says:
What sound does a white supremest make when he sneezes? No? Then it must be Simon & Garfunkle - "Mrs Robinson"

Donna-FFW said...

Better than being called a kitchen whore.;)

Rosie Hawthorne said...

Actually, it was supposed to be from the Beatles' I Am The Walrus.

(I am the Kitchen Monkey.)

Apparently, I spelled it wrong.

See here:

I am here as you are here as you are me
and we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
see how they fly
I'm crying


Sitting on a cornflake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
you let your face grow long


I am the eggman
they are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob


Mr. City policeman sitting
pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky
See how they run
I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying


Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife
Pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl
you let your knickers down


I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob


Sitting in an English garden
waiting for the sun
If the sun don't shine you get a tan
You get a tan from standing in the English rain

I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob


Expert, texpert choking smokers
don't you think the joker laughs at you
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snide
I'm crying


Semolina Pilchard
climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking
Edgar Allen Poe


I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
Goo goo g' joob
Goo goo g' joob
goo goo g' joob
goo goo g'
juba juba juba
juba juba juba
juba juba juba
juba juba

Rosie Hawthorne said...

And Donna - good one!

Marilyn said...

I like that: Rosie the Kitchen Monkey.