Saturday, January 20, 2007
I offer you this.
And now, for the first time, I have almost nothing to say. Thoughts shrivel. Words wither.
The effect of this image is downright bewildering, disorienting. Discombobulating, even.
It might not be suicide this saucy chef has in mind, but whatever it is, it’s unseemly. The nakedness—not just unclothed-ness, but nudity. The crude innuendo. It baffles and unsettles.
What can be said for the zealous barbecue aficionados—in thrall as they are to the whole gruesome enterprise of their craft—who can witness this and still feel moved to gorge on pork butt? Can they be reached? Is it too late for them?