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In the backwaters of Louisiana, the place to eat was at Kalper's Kitchen, where unique and delicious fare could be found. Good food was prepared by the man, Kalper himself. He was always the force blowing full bore around his kitchen, letting no one and nothing get in his way. |
Not an easy person to approach, his manic brilliance gave new definitions to Southern fried catfish and smoked ribs. AND all who knew Kalper also understood to stay out of Kalper's kitchen during these hours of inspired creation.
Sadly, a short new sous chef, Whittier, was ignorant, and stumbled into the kitchen whereupon Kalper promptly skewered Whittier with his newest blade, a nine-inch Miyabi Birchwood.
A squelched scream gurgled. Hearing the thud, Kalper's three brothers,rushed in to grab Whittier by his Nike sneakers, and drag him to the freezer.
One muttered, “Damn! That’s the fourth one this month."
They tossed Whittier onto the heap of Alvin, Sanders, and Simon. “Damn shame.”
The italicized underline letters are from Wednesday Words. This collection is from River, Drifting through Life, posted back in 2015. We had some excellent BBQ two days ago, and this came up in my brain.
