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Linda Jordan Tucker
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By Linda Jordan Tucker:
Holiday Scents, Sights, Sounds & Flavors
In late November, a sign of the approaching holidays is the appearance of bright red panettone boxes in shops. These days, this holiday delight seems to be for sale everywhere except gas stations and hardware stores. This wasn’t always the case, however. For years, one of my favorite personal holiday traditions was buying panettones for family members and friends as an extra Christmas gift. I went to some effort to find this annual specialty to top off my piles of wrapped presents. These ornately packaged large Italian cakes (panettone means “big bread” in Italian) make a showy presentation.
Pork Chop Humor
There’s something inexplicably funny about pork chops. Not to the pig, of course. And I’m not talking about the actual slab of meat, boned or boneless. What I mean is that if you put a pork chop in a joke or a sitcom, it will get a laugh. And not just from me. Comedy writers obviously recognize and utilize a pork chop’s inherently comical qualities.
There’s the old joke about the kid who was so homely his parents had to tie a pork chop around his neck…
One of the fun parts of summer and being out of school when I was a child in Arkansas was renewing an interest in the inhabitants of our backyard, an acquaintance that I abandoned each year when school began in September and when cold weather kept me contentedly inside with a good book. But summer time was outdoor time, and I shared that yard with all the insects familiar to anyone who grew up in the South: mosquitoes, bees, ticks, moths, hornets, wasps, chiggers, ladybugs, roly polies, stinkbugs, grasshoppers, butterflies, crickets, and cicadas–though all I ever saw of a cicada was a tan, empty husk gripping a tree trunk. It was an eternal mystery to me that I never saw one in the process of shedding its outer shell; the event had already occurred by the time I came along.