Happy Saturday, kiddos! It’s time for this week’s installment of Holy Haikus, He Man!
If this is your first Saturday at The Playground, first of all welcome. The unicorn will be around to take your drink order shortly. In the meantime, please revert to The Rides for a list of recurring weekly features that we offer here.
This week, a couple of fun things happened. I splurged on a pretty sweet piece of art that I am anxiously awaiting to receive.
I became a bone fide super hero yesterday therefore finally being granted license to roam the world in a cape without fear of judgement and mockery because, as is my understanding, WordPress will back my sanity in a court of law after completing their 30 Day Zero To Hero Challenge.
But keeping with the haiku theme to date, I’ll make this one about the odd job of the week.
Yesterday, I did some work at a show for a presumably famous, young UK (pop? R&B? blues? never heard of her?) star. I presume people know who she is because it was a sold out show. I won’t name drop though because Edward Hotspur gets upset and will tell his good friend that he likes to talk about, Kevin Pollak, if I do.
My odd job for yesterday, was assisting their touring caterers with meal prep and clean up for their touring party. For dinner a lamb or vegetarian vindaloo was on offer. Anyone who has ever cooked anything relating to Indian cuisine, knows that turmeric is key in 98% of their dishes. And why the hell not? It’s a brilliant super-spice that has just as many health benefits, as tasty benefits.
The thing with turmeric though, is that it stains every single thing it touches. In particular, anything plastic such as cutting boards, prep bowls and plates, and also, skin.
While scrubbing with great vengeance and furious anger one particular white prep bowl smothered in turmeric, a haiku arose in my brain:
Damn you, turmeric
You think you’re better than me?
You win. I’m yellow.