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"My friends, you bow to no one..."

The king is dead.  Long live the king!  Or so the saying goes.  But behold, in his magnificence, the king of yams.  This guy really reminds of something out of a Jim Henson movie.  I can almost hear the high, squeaky regal voice, referring to himself in the royal “we.”  Although I do have to question his lack of legs.  Not because yams possess legs, as they don’t, although sometimes we may stumble upon a slightly deformed sweet potato, but because if you focus on the picture, and imagine how thrones have a space for one’s buttocks, you’ll realize this cajun king is sort of propping himself up via the armrests and his trusty, royal scepter.  His “body” is not in a seated position at all.  And not to play too much on the maleness here (as the gendering lines up on this one), as obviously a king is usually male, and he does have a stately goatee, but his head is vaguely penis shaped.

Still, “It is the fool’s prerogative to point out that the emperor wears no clothes, but the emperor remains the emperor and the fool remains the fool.”  He’s royalty.  I’m not.  I wish I had a bitchin’ cape and crown.  Surprised he has no elegant rings, though.

 

Chef's Pride

This chef is real proud of these jumbo yams.

Consider, if you will, the plating.  Yams, on a bed of what appears to be decorative greens.  These yams rise above.  They deserve their solid base.  They demand pride.  Hold them aloft, on high, and sing their praises.  I guess.  I’ve just never seen yams featured on a bed of greens.

I’ll admit I’ve never worked in a highly uniformed kitchen.  I’ve never owned a pair of chef’s pants.  We wear jeans, the company’s t-shirt.  A baseball cap.  No chef’s coat.  Not to say the establishment does not serve a higher end product.  We’ve had several brushes with fame and featured on the Food Network.  I’ve just never had the opportunity to wear the chef’s hat, which upon further thought, I’m actually a little sad about it.  Also dismayed I haven’t gotten to wear the little scarf.  I think it would suit me fairly well.  Make me look a little more dashing about the kitchen.  I do have the beard though.  I’m quite taken by this chef’s beard.  I salute you, one bearded cook to another.