fried chicken
February 27, 2005
I only had time to take a picture of the chicken. Most of the ducks and pizzas are now neatly packaged (bin packing, they call it, being programming types) and are en route to Berkeley.
I am in possession of a goodly amount of duck fat, but not quite enough for confit making. There will be more ducks.
Real phone conversation:
Me: Hello
Pizza Hut: Hello, we’d like to speak to the persons who ordered pizzas this afternoon.
Me: Why is that?
Pizza Hut: We are taking a survey.
Me: They are watching the Oscars, and I would like to be back in there doing the same.
Pizza Hut: Oh, sorry. Bye.
Me: Bye.
