It’s odd how I can go for weeks or months without running across anything particularly funny on the internet, and then suddenly I get inundated by snicker-inducing goodies:
I was browsing Amazon for Christmas gift ideas, and I didn’t realize some vendors have such a tenuous grasp on reality (and good taste). Check out this “Lovely silhouette art for baby nursery”:
Um, guys… it’s a panda waving handguns. In what world is this ‘lovely’ or in any way appropriate for a baby nursery? Although if this is how parents are decorating their nurseries these days, it does explain a few things.
So I abandoned the Amazon vendors to their delusions and went to catch up on my blog reading instead. And within minutes I ran across the word ‘spatchcock’.
If (like me) this is the first time you’ve encountered that word, I know what you’re thinking. I can practically see your thought-bubble from here.
You’re thinking, “There goes Diane down another dodgy research rabbit-hole that leads to a kinky sex website.”
I’d act all indignant about that; but there’s not much point since we all know it’s happened before and it’ll probably happen again. But I swear, this time I wasn’t reading anything dodgy at all – it was a cooking blog.
There was no definition or explanation; only a note that you could “spatchcock the chicken” if you wanted.
I’ve lived for over five decades, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never wanted to do anything that sounded like that to a chicken. Or to any living thing, for that matter (with the possible exception of a couple of guys I’ve known).
I did a Google search for ‘spatchcock’, braced for who-knew-what perversion. And I found it immediately: Jamie Oliver spatchcocking a chicken.
I’d love to say that it was as lewd as it sounds; but sadly, it only means ‘to butterfly’ – to remove the chicken’s spine so the carcass can be flattened for cooking. I’m not sure why they didn’t just say that in the first place, but it’s nice to know there are cooks out there who share my childish appreciation for salacious-sounding words.
Apparently the internet was on a roll, because after serving up panda pranks and chicken chuckles, it rounded out the amusing animals with a plastered possum that broke into a liquor store and went on a bender, a scofflaw squirrel that got charged with criminal mischief and was released on bail, and some hostile hagfish that slimed a car so badly it looked like a remake of a Ghostbusters movie.
But ‘spatchcock’ is my most prized discovery of the week. I don’t find words that are new to me very often, and I consider it a serious lapse of my professional puerility that I’d never heard of a word with such great comic potential.
’Cause now I’m imagining a new verbal expression of shock: “Well, spatchcock my ass and call me a chicken!”
Gotta work that into a book somehow…
P.S. Just a bonus to this week’s bounty of beasts: Yesterday I saw two women walking across the Canadian Tire parking lot in Parksville. One was walking a large dog on a leash. The other also held a leash… attached to a goat. They were going for a walk. To Canadian Tire, apparently. Now I have yet another reason to laugh uncontrollably at the word GOAT!