I am sure that the blog-o-sphere is crawling with commentary about the Republican choice for the Veep slot and I am just as sure that I am not reading any of it because my mind is made up. Oh no, you say, our Dear Clever Gretel is going all political on this blog. No, I am not. I am, as usual, disgusted with everyone, but in a non-partisan, foodie, way.
I cannot vote for Obama because, as many fine members of the mainstream media have already mentioned, he doesn't eat. Yet, I cannot vote for McCain/Palin because she can't cook. I quote from the WSJ, Sept. 2, Palin's Family Life Moves To Center Stage: "In her two years as governor of Alaska, and especially in the four months since her son was born with Down syndrome, Sarah Palin has been portrayed as the very model of a working mother: She answers her BlackBerry while pumping breast milk for her infant; keeps a playpen by her desk; and manages a state while cooking caribou hot dogs for her family."
I mean, all those delicious, four-legged, wild herbivores in Alaska and the best she can do is make caribou hot dogs for the kids? A quick google search yields an endless trove of caribou recipes including braised caribou, pan-fried caribou steaks, caribou curry, caribou empanadas, caribou roast in gin and maple barbecued caribou ribs.
Really, what kind of supermom is she? I expected more. Someone who can represent me in the kitchen, as well as the nation. Someone who can legislate, drive four kids to hockey practice (each at different times), not be a total crank to her hubby, hunt down the "bacon" and make it into caribou cordon bleu. Can you picture her serving up a caribou hot dog to Vladimir Putin? I didn't think so.
I am planning to throw my vote to the wolves. See you in November.
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