Yesterday, I ate lunch with a friend at my favorite neighborhood Thai restaurant, where the sweet old proprietress gives you trashy tabloids to read as you await your meal. The decor, almost always poor in Asian restaurants (sorry, it's TRUE), proves the rule at this particular place. However, I find it particularly charming, as the peusdo-wallpaper/vinyl panelling wears a 50s hunting-lodge theme. You get to look at earthen-toned pencil sketches of deer and pheasant as you sit amongst the plastic nosegays and under the acoustic tile. But the food is cheap and really good.
So I was trying to get over the flu and my summer-long badditude with hot coconut soup. It helped, though I was weak and woozy. Then the check came with our cookies. My fortune read:
"You would be wise not to seek too much from others at this time."
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How are ya feeling?
Yes fortune cookies are dubious like that, never actually promising 'good' fortune.
Though I suppose even a bad fortune has its upside. Means at least your still alive, at least.
And where's my Yeats, dammit?
Worse still, when they slip into aphorism, and are no fortune at all. Though I love the form and purpose of them, I never cared for the flavor of the actual cookie, unless it's been dipped in chocolate, making it decidedly un-Asian.
Your Yeats is up. (Everybody loves the WB.) I, alas, am not.
Try dipping them in bourbon, with a splash of vanilla.
Did I just say 'splash?'
Good Christ...
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