Turkeys who always have huffed and have puffed
like three pigs who swore by their chinny-chin chin
do not like Thanksgiving when they are all stuffed,
and served in our homes to our kith and our kin.
Rossini liked cooking so much that he muffled
his music, abandoning it for the pasta
he served with wild turkey that couldn’t be truffled
when pigs could find none for the maestro chef-master.
Alan Chapman, on KUSC on this Monday morning following Thanksgiving, related two Rossini turkey stories. The first related how Rossini said that he only wept three times in his life, the third occasion being when a turkey he had stuffed with truffles fell to the ground. The second was when he could not prepare truffle stuffing for a turkey because allegedly turkey had eaten all the truffles to avert disaster.
11/30/09
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