Thursday, November 22, 2012

Happy Turkey Day! With Little Eva, St. Cecilia, Auden & Britten

This guy looks like he'd rather be herding peacocks!
Little Eva's take on the Turkey Trot will help you work off some of those holiday calories:

And here are some turkey-themed articles if you feel like retiring to a cozy corner to read.
Did anyone watch the dog show? Macy's parade? Get in line for bargains?
Today is also St. Cecilia's Day (she's depicted by Raphael at left). As the patron saint of music, she inspired many works in her honor, including ones by Purcell, Handel, and Benjamin Britten—all composers based in England. Britten's was set to a poem by W.H. Auden. Here's the first stanza:
In a garden shady this holy lady
With reverent cadence and subtle psalm,
Like a black swan as death came on
Poured forth her song in perfect calm:
And by ocean's margin this innocent virgin
Constructed an organ to enlarge her prayer,
And notes tremendous from her great engine
Thundered out on the Roman air.
Blonde Aphrodite rose up excited,
Moved to delight by the melody,
White as an orchid she rode quite naked
In an oyster shell on top of the sea;
At sounds so entrancing the angels dancing
Came out of their trance into time again,
And around the wicked in Hell's abysses
The huge flame flickered and eased their pain.
Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions
To all musicians, appear and inspire:
Translated Daughter, come down and startle
Composing mortals with immortal fire.
The rest is here


  1. A couple of years back, a reporter in search of a scandal decided to check up on turkeys that had received Presidential pardons. Would they be lolling about on farms, as promised? Or were they slaughtered with the rest?
    What he found was that turkeys pardoned in the past were no longer living. But neither had they been slaughtered. Modern methods of breeding had created a bird suited to the Americans' preference for white meat.
    This imbalance between breast and legs had grown to the point where the turkey could no longer walk without falling over on its chest and suffocating to death.
    The turkeys the reporter was seeking had gotten out at night, stumbled, fallen, and gone to the Great Coop in the Sky. There was no murder; it was death by natural causes.
    The reporter looked like a toddler whose Dad just took away his candy bar.
    So Americans can dine in good conscience today. You have saved a poor bird from a terrible night of anguish.

  2. The Great Coop in the Sky - very funny! I had dinner with a German friend who put beer on the turkey and turned it upside down while cooking. BEST TURKEY EVER!

  3. Sounds delicious! There are few things that cannot be improved by beer, either in the dish or the diner.

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