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!
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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 
Ticks places the envelope on her forehead and says:
ReplyDeleteWhat sound does a white supremest make when he sneezes? No? Then it must be Simon & Garfunkle - "Mrs Robinson"
Better than being called a kitchen whore.;)
ReplyDeleteActually, it was supposed to be from the Beatles' I Am The Walrus.
ReplyDelete(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
And Donna - good one!
ReplyDeleteI like that: Rosie the Kitchen Monkey.
ReplyDelete