Chicken curry with cashews and jasmine rice
I finally hitched up the iPod to the Twisty Dining Hall speakers. My absorption of this excellent and fairly piquant chicken was aided by Bob Wills going “aw haw” in that weird falsetto.
I was intrigued in particular by a Bob Wills song called “Bottle Baby Boogie” (1953). In this number, the narrator is pissed that he has to provide basic care for his own child. He is not sympathetic to “walking the floor” with the kid, and dislikes getting stuck with safety pins while his wife just sits and looks and grins. In his view, his misery is entirely the result of bottle feeding. So he tells his wife, and he don’t mean maybe, the next kid won’t be a bottle baby.
He wants his wife to be a stay-at-home udder, I guess.