The artichoke monkey chef

What makes us normal

What made me sick from beginning to end was the amount of attention given to all. From the prep of offal to the carving of choke. The delicate effort of dissecting the caul. The licking , the accent , of a mind far removed from living  a life where pennies are all. Cut to the choke cut to the quick cut it all off till you're left with the bit. That's edible and considered somewhat of a delicacy .... the monkey chef delivers it readily. Steam and roll as a balantine .Wilt and roil and other techniques to deliver a dish that's nothing to those who faught in a war but got fat in the front. To those whose life is a struggle from morning from breathing your first to the last lights falling. A hunger that lasts from dawn to dusk yet the monkey chef prepares it all. They're lucky they don't see the obscene confusion from eating the sell by reduced fusion of plastic food and deli waste for which those who want will shove in haste. For the monkey chef on prime TV these ingredients come with the minimum of ease. Just there in front and the cheek of it all his mother/father/gran loved iit all when they lived in a shed in some backwater of the world and it's after they're dead the recipe arrives. Full blown and needing most of our lives. To prep and buy to store and connive to do whatever it takes to survive in the monkey chef world of deceit. As it leaps from branch to branch to spice and nice . From just so cuts to carving mice the monkey chef fails to see it needs some nuts as do we.