{"id":1803,"date":"2004-11-05T05:40:00","date_gmt":"2004-11-05T05:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2004\/11\/05\/gloom-doom-and-biscuits"},"modified":"2015-09-24T03:54:36","modified_gmt":"2015-09-24T03:54:36","slug":"gloom-doom-and-biscuits","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2004\/11\/gloom-doom-and-biscuits\/","title":{"rendered":"Gloom, doom, and biscuits"},"content":{"rendered":"
It has been a very dark week in this land. Much doom, much to be gloomy about. Times like these make me wish my father had kept his Canadian citizenship. But then I remind myself of the thirteen holy reasons to love America <\/strong>despite its shady leaders, twisted foreign and domestic policy, and general unholiness.<\/p>\n 1. History \u201cP. and I have been having a mouse problem recently. One night we saw one run across our apartment into the coat closet. Naturally, I flipped out, screaming and already packing up my stuff in preparation for the move.<\/strong> I will not live with rodents.<\/p>\n …The next day we discovered two small holes at the base of the wall in the kitchen\u2014aha, we were at the source! The management company came by and “closed them up.” …[But] lo and behold, one of the holes that was “closed up” was soon penetrated. See, unlike the meek French mice that run away and never return once you’ve had a confrontation, American mice have balls. They have the audacity and the tenacity to dig through your walls, eat your food, and shit all over your kitchen.<\/strong> No fear, I tell you.<\/p>\n …Late last night, I’m sending a couple of emails from the living room. P. is already sleeping, and the apartment is almost totally dark. All of a sudden, I hear some noises coming from the kitchen. The little mouse was apparently trying to get back “home.” I quietly walk to the kitchen, squat, and observe in silence: looks like he has nowhere to go. This is my chance. I grab a plastic bag and put it over my hand. I grab a dustpan in the other hand. I pray that I don’t scream and wake up my entire building. I’m sitting there, outside the kitchen, waiting quietly. I see him peek his little head and then proceed to come out of the kitchen and run in my direction. My speedy reflexes reacted, and I snatched the little fucker with the plastic-bagged hand. I’m holding a live mouse in my hand.<\/strong> I immediately invert the bag and tie it. Victory!<\/p>\n I took the bag downstairs at one in the morning and released him into the D.C. jungle. He’s on his own now, and whether he makes it is not my concern. Retribution in all its glory. And a successful, more humane way of trapping a mouse.\u201d<\/p>\n Amen. Long live Doron and American mice.<\/p>\n And last but not least,<\/p>\n 13. Soft Southern flour, which makes for the very best<\/em> buttermilk biscuits<\/strong><\/p>\n There simply are not enough superlatives in this world to adequately describe these biscuits. They delicately straddle a line between flaky and creamy, and they’re rich enough to make the addition of butter laughable. Most moan-inducing while piping hot, they are also miraculous when eaten cold with leftover roasted chicken while standing over the kitchen counter and watching the wind blow outside. As my friend Keaton exclaimed through her anti-tooth-grinding mouthguard one sleepy night in college: \u201cI love bizzzzcuiths!\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n
2. The idiosyncrasies of American English
3. Blue states<\/strong> (and Oklahoma, because of a few shreds of irrational hometown loyalty)
4. The Star-Spangled Banner<\/em> (okay, okay, it\u2019s pretty)
5. Bruce Springsteen
6. Thanksgiving
7. S’mores<\/strong>
8. Peanut butter
9. Filibusters
10. Dischord Records<\/a>
11. McSweeneys<\/a>
12. American mice, which are bold yet mind-blowingly stupid and thus make for a great story. For purposes of comparison, French mice are bold, but they have the sophistication to know when to make themselves scarce. They thus make for stories that are only very good, not great. To illustrate, dear reader, we have an uplifting tale of the great American mouse<\/strong>, lovingly contributed by Doron<\/a>, today’s guest writer:<\/p>\n<\/p>\n