A note from a very good friend in Worcester. You will either identify with it or not. Sorry if you don't.
Do you remember when we were kids occasionally getting a dubbleyoka? Not really having enough to do I have been in search for them for quite a while. I have even been buying farm fresh eggs from Suney's Pub on Chandler Street. They have great fish and chips on Fridays. Well, I had heard a rumor that Fairway beef (this is the Siegel family that used to run Boston Beef) had them -- so yesterday instead of buying eggs at Suney's, though I did have the f&c for lunch, I scooted over to Fairway and bought a 20 egg flat of Super Jumbos (that's right, Super Jumbos!) from Johnson's Egg Farm in Westminster -- ($3.49) -- I also bought some for one of my carpenters -- he is paying me back in coffee all next week -- good deal, huh? Well, these suckas are hug -- big as your fist -- I can't even imagine what they felt like coming out of the chicken. Oh my god! Anyway, I got up early, 5am this morning, to have a couple before work, and, lo and behold, as god is my witness, standing on the graves of our ancestors, two eggs -- two dubbleyokas!
Life is good! There is hope -- Obama can win -- a new day is dawning -- the icecaps are coming back -- peace is possible -- George Bush is history -- and I saw all that in a Circulon 9 incher right here on my stove top in little old Worcester, Mass.
And thanks for listening to me.
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Obama?! And here I had you pegged as a man of keen intellect and refined taste... my image is RUINED!
But I am glad your eggs made you smile!
That is my friend's comment, not mine. I don't divulge my loyalties on this blog.
Great post! I haven't had a dubbleyoka in quite a while. Life's simple pleasures really are the best, aren't they?
I wasn't familiar with 'dubbleyokas' before this post, and when I did a google search to find out more, all 4 links listed were related to your post! How funny!
Clearly a widespread term . . .
Not you? Good. My heart sank when I saw the Obama ref, too.
Although I have never had one myself, my MIL loves them. She grew up on them down here in South Carolina.
We happened upon this blog and were impressed by your approach.
I have only dreamed about doubleyokkas (and so has my Dad) and we've never actually had one. Guess where I'm going on Saturday! Thank you thank you thank you for such a wonderful post. A glorious story, a wonderful friend.
You are a lucky man!
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