Mrs. Hindle’s Viands and Vittles (Interlude: 995)

Day 60. 196 pages, 96,848 words.

Over the weekend, Mrs. Hatboy (or as the confusing jumble of pseudonyms has sorted itself out, “Mrs. Hindle”) started a blog all of her own. Mrs. Hindle’s Viands and Vittles is an exciting new blog where I get delicious food from the impressive collection of cookbooks that Mrs. Hatboy has been collecting over the past ten years or more.

But this isn’t all about me. Well, okay, this blog sort of is, but that blog is all about the cookery[1].

[1] Alternate titles that I didn’t think of until it was too late and Mrs. Hatboy had already given up on me coming up with anything clever and came up with something clever on her own: “Vittles and Vittu: A Finnish Kitchen”; “Resurrecipes”; “Strömsössä Schmömsössä”.

Mrs. Hatboy is planning on doing a recipe per week, so the archive will obviously be building up over time. And to make it more interesting for the poor masses of people who don’t get to eat the food once she’s done, Mrs. Hatboy also throws in a lot of grand editorial commentary and historical footnotes, as is her speciality. Mrs. Hatboy, unlike her dumb husband, is an educator.

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About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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3 Responses to Mrs. Hindle’s Viands and Vittles (Interlude: 995)

  1. I’m not interested in cooking, but
    grand editorial commentary and historical footnotes
    …I’m THERE.

  2. brknwntr says:

    The first post was a grand success. I am disappointed in your wording here though.

    “She’s just that sort of educator”

    It’s mildly low hanging I admit, but you planted the tree, pick the damn fruit.

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