Tuesday September 4th 2012 Tim
The kitchen is indulging a passion for sweet things,
sometimes called "cookies," from the Dutch word 'koekje' which means
baby or little cake. And I'd love to know what the Delaware, or the
Unkechaug, or the Mohegan might have called such sweet things. The
sugars in the cookies, are from cane, because sugar from corn is not
bound to fiber, and at certain ages a person's life pretty much revolves
around the quality of his relationship with the toilet, or the "thunder
box" as it has been called by English speaking Europeans who migrated to
the southern hemisphere. The box, was placed over a hole in the
ground, and I guess here in Kentucky it would be called an "outhouse."
When I was younger the unheated and
airy building that contained toilettes was called "the honks." The
cubicles didn't have doors, because doors might mean little boys had
privacy. Not something encouraged by those in charge, because those in
charge were either a little perverse around binoculars, or they had a
concept of purity which emerged from an understanding that if left to
themselves little boys very quickly revert to a natural and rather
disgusting state. Then at the beginning of a new term, "the honks"
were suddenly a wonderful place to hide and smoke cigarettes, and many of us
thanked the Good Lord for a government regulation that required school
toilettes to have doors that latched.