This poem by Calvin Trillin doesn't have much to do with food --
although there is a reference to reindeer cacciatore. We just like to
include rhyme from time to time to make the blog seem classy.
Christmas In Qatar
Verse:
The shopping starts, and every store's a zoo
I'm frantic, too: I haven't got a clue
Of what to get for Dad, who's got no hobby,
Or why Aunt Jane, who's shaped like a kohlrabi,
Wants frilly sweater sets, or where I'll find
A tie my loudmouthed Uncle Jack won't mind.
A shopper'
"When helicopters were snatching people from the grounds of the American embassy compound during the panic of the final Vietcong push into Saigon, I was sitting in front of the television set shouting, 'Get the chefs! Get the chefs!'"
-- Calvin Trillin (in the New Yorker)
