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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Chicken bones, roosters and cornchips, Oh My!

I just took Duke for a walk. First, we walked past the apartment on the end where 4 Haitian women live with their 7 collective teeth, extremely loud voices and smelly cooking (the entire building shouldn't smell like cornchips at 10AM, it just shouldn't, but because of whatever the hell they're making it sure does). Then we walked past a group of young kids playing in the street (apparently no one cares that they're playing in the street and that they're not in school on a Tuesday). Then as we got further down the block I had to wrestle a chicken bone out of Duke's mouth that he found on the sidewalk (yuck).

Then we strolled past an ivy fenced yard where Duke stopped cold in his tracks. Although he couldn't see through the thick ivy, he knew there was something that smelled good on the other side. He wouldn't budge. No coaxing or leash yanking would move him. I climbed up enough to peer over the fence. Lo and behold, there it was. The source of the smell. The reason for the delay - a rooster. A white rooster in that yard. As we finally walked away it made the typical rooster "wake-up" call and I couldn't help but laugh. Little Haiti is an interesting place.

17 What people are saying:

Blogger Miss Fire rambles...

Holy crap, you are a brave woman.

3/21/2006 11:05:00 AM

 
Blogger The Rover rambles...

Corn chips? 10am is WAY too early for Fritos...

3/21/2006 12:41:00 PM

 
Blogger Melissa rambles...

Precisely what I thought. It always smells like cornchips, and it's definitely coming from their kitchen. It's like they have a constantly simering pot of some chicken dish they just made with one of the chickens running around on the street... yeah, they're pretty much wild here. Chickens on the streets of Miami.

Oh, Little Haiti, you have so much to teach me...

3/21/2006 12:57:00 PM

 
Blogger krisbtterfly rambles...

the chicken bones comment reminds me TOO MUCH of my hood- we have to constantly keep an eye on the dogs throughout their walks because there are at least 4 chicken bones that are on the sidewalks that the dogs gravitate to... and 8 or more during the warmer summer months. lord help us.

3/21/2006 04:21:00 PM

 
Blogger Jenn rambles...

That's hilarious! Sounds lovely. :-)

Blogger wouldn't let me post pics for a while either...but then it just started working again.

3/21/2006 10:00:00 PM

 
Blogger The Rover rambles...

You are the queen of diversity. Have you thought of moving to Chinatown in NYC?

3/22/2006 04:18:00 AM

 
Blogger patti_cake rambles...

Corn chips smell like dirty feet to me. I couldn't live in chinatown the dead things hanging in store windows would make me sick. Hey wait I would lose weight though. Hmmm......

3/22/2006 08:11:00 AM

 
Blogger Bright-Eyes rambles...

Patti_cake, you must be a veggie.

I say, if you eat meat...you must be able to look at carcass. And you must be able to kill something.

Well, I guess not, if you don't mind being the world's ultimate scavenger.

Although chickens are disgusting little buggers, fresh ones taste way better than store bought ones. I mean fresh as in, "I just killed this, let me wipe the blood off of my hands before I pluck it".
Really, it's true. The eggs also. Like fresh as in, "I just popped out of a chicken chloaca and am still warm" fresh. yum.

Cornchips, though...not a fan.

3/22/2006 09:52:00 PM

 
Blogger Bright-Eyes rambles...

PS

Hey, pinky-beige, did you just move to BK from Miami?

Welcome back to NY! NY ROCKS! YEA NY!

SOOO much better than LA, which is LAme...!!!

3/22/2006 09:57:00 PM

 
Blogger Melissa rambles...

Yo, Bright one! I will be back in the best borough around next Wednesday morning full time and for good. Well, as for good as you can be at 28.

I agree with the killing part - you have to be totally OK with killing a living thing if you're going to eat it. Well, I guess you could choose to be oblivious and simply regard that meat you buy at the grocery as some pre-packaged food product w/no personality or mother. But there's something to be said for knowing where your food comes from and coming to terms with being a carnivore.

That said, I don't want to see ducks hanging in the windows every day. Something about that creeps me out big time.

And YES - LA SUCKS STINKY ASSHOLE. But hey, K Lance, that could be the selfishness talking... (so help me GAWD if that long-dead Brit steals you from NYC this summer...)

3/22/2006 10:23:00 PM

 
Blogger Bright-Eyes rambles...

Thievery!!!

Curses...I hadn't thought of that.

Ok, Mel, what's our plan? Kidnapping? Ransom? Bobbit threat?

3/23/2006 12:41:00 AM

 
Blogger Melissa rambles...

Bobbit threat leaves too much room for him to become a nutball after reattachment surgery and star in really bad porn flicks. Kidnapping might work. I've got a pretty decent sized apartment, we could keep him in the walk in closet. As I see it, it's really the only reasonable course of action.

3/23/2006 09:31:00 AM

 
Blogger The Rover rambles...

Seriously, ladies, you're talking about removing my manhood? If that's on the table, why would I EVER want to come back to NYC?

Now, if there's a hot chick or two in the walk-in closet, I could be persuaded to stay for a while...

3/23/2006 01:47:00 PM

 
Blogger Melissa rambles...

Completely predictable jab at K Lance immediately following this sentence.

K Lance - should I order up a couple of BLONDES for you?

Oh, that laughter, THE LAUGHTER!!!

3/23/2006 01:50:00 PM

 
Blogger Bright-Eyes rambles...

Um...so, what, we all the sudden aren't hot enough for you?

M-diddy, I see your point about the manhood issue. Also, yes we don't want to scare him away.

Kidnapping, being the only course of action that will suffice, can be executed quite easily. All we need is some ether, a net and a wheelbarrow.

I have an extra room with a half bath...we could also keep him there so as to avoid mess clean up. We can let him out to play XBOX Soul Caliber, eat and watch tv.

We can also get a leather lesh with a spikey collar. hhmmmm spikey.....

3/24/2006 03:28:00 PM

 
Blogger The Rover rambles...

No comment on the level of flyness for you two extremely fly ladies...I just figured that you'd be going about your regular lives, only bringing me out of the cage to entertain, or make witty quips, or something like that. So I'd need entertainment for the down times.

And, remember, when it comes to the ladies...(I'm sure you can finish the sentence.)

3/24/2006 03:36:00 PM

 
Blogger Bright-Eyes rambles...

Hey, K, I'm unemployed, memember?
hee hee hee!!!!

I'm always up for some good entertainment...um..wait..ah

never mind.

3/26/2006 12:17:00 PM

 

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