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Since 1984, my light commentary, Marginal Considerations, has been a feature of Weekend Radio. Moving into the 21st century (yeah, I know - a decade late and more than a dollar short), it may be time to explore the format known as "the blog." (Still on the radio, BTW.) I am the author of A Natural History of Socks, illustrated by the late Eric May, You May Already Be a Winner (and other marginal considerations) and The Nonexistence of Rutabagas, plus maybe 1K features, essays, book and arts reviews in newspapers and magazines nearly everywhere, except perhaps Kansas. I live on Lake Erie one city to the west of Cleveland with too many musical instruments, several large plants and no cats. My front door is purple. I collect dust, take up space and burn fossil fuel. I kayak, knit, hike, sing, canoe, write choral music and play hammered dulcimer, but not all at the same time. I read too much and don't write enough, but what's new?

Monday, December 6, 2010

Still Holiday Not-Shopping


This week’s Sunday paper included fully half as many ad supplements as the Thanksgiving Day behemoth. As I’ve said, I’ve already not bought everything I don’t need for the holidays. In fact, I was completely done not shopping a week ago. So I didn’t read any of them except, of course, the Target one. I’m still concerned about that little dog with the red circles around his eye. Is that stage makeup? Grease paint? I hope it’s nontoxic and hypoallergenic.
            Most of the slick supplements that show up with my paper are big box fliers, ads from national chains and department stores, stuffers that might just as likely be included in your Miami Herald, Minneapolis Sun or LA Times. My sister in North Carolina gets all of these with her paper, too, but she also received a catalog from a fancy food emporium near where she lives.
I know this store, and I’m pretty sure that its holiday selection includes a lot of fruit baskets, wine and/or cheese assortments, weighty pastries that no one would consider giving or eating any other time of the year, and possibly a sausage-of-the-month club. But I’m only guessing.
There was just one item that my sister considered noteworthy enough to share with me via email. It’s a butter sculpture of a Christmas tree, made of  (quoting here) “Certified AA kosher butter.” A Christmas tree made of kosher butter. Are we the only ones who find that a mite humorous?
A kosher butter Christmas tree. Really. Of course, it’s strictly a gift item. There are some things no one would ever buy for herself. I’m going to have to talk to my sister about this. Maybe we’ll both order it . . . and give it to each other.

1 comment:

  1. I myself often ponder why there are not more butter sculptures in the world. It's one of my favorite food groups.

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