Correcting the Record
It was a hell of a weekend. Rain all day yesterday, not a bad thing, we need it, but it seemed to be in keeping for the big March for Science that has us all excited. I think it was Earth Day as well, and I would have worn my starched white Lab Coat, but I am not really a scientist any more than that amusing Bill Nye fellow is. I think he has a Bachelor’s in Engineering degree before he went into children’s television programming. But that is the state of our discourse these days- if I identify as a scientist in the morning, I should be able to use the same bathrooms they do, right?
Oh, heck, this is too easy. I will let the delicious irony drip elsewhere. Think of the Children.
But before those eager fingers reach out to the keyboard to respond and tell me that I am in the pay of Big Oil or a shill for the tobacco lobby, let me point out that we at the Daily Socotra are not afraid to acknowledge our errors, which is a bit more than the scientific community is wont to do in these late waning days of the Republic.
Yesterday, I grabbed some words about a wonderful Russia-Uzbekistan fusion restaurant called Rus Uz that came out this way:
Considering that we had to work our way through eleven shots of infused vodka to get to the point where we actually ordered the tasty hors d’oeuvres, I am not surprised that ‘mistakes were made,’ and it is clear I need to leave my current position (like House Oversight and Government Reform Committee Chairman Jason Chaffetz) to ‘spend more time with my family.’
The key to my confusion was the anglicized term for the Pirozhki on the menu. To me, that sounded like the common Slavic root of the Polish term for their little meat or potato dumpling Pirogis, and hence my addled attribution. Alert readers from Newfoundland to Baja California pointed out that the image included in the graphic-novel narrative of an extremely interesting cultural experience was actually a Chebureki, an Uzbeki deep-fried turnover with a filling of seasoned ground beef and onions. It is made with a single round piece of dough folded over the filling in a half-moon shape, and served with sour cream.
The management of Socotra House deeply regrets disseminating what is clearly fake news. But whatever the damn things were, they were delicious! Why they call their ‘pirogis’ by the name ‘chebureki’ is totally beyond us. But that said, the vodka was totally unambiguous.
(A much more accurate depiction of the pirozhki filo-dough wrappers, stuffed with either spicy ground beef or mashed potatoes with mushrooms. You can understand our error, but we stand with our mistakes!).
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