Noting the 40th anniversary of the moon landing, I remember well where I was when I heard the news. I was eating dinner, chicken Kiev with green beans, in the garden of a restaurant in Iran, in Kermanshah, having just been reunited with my fiance, a Peace Corps volunteer whom I had not seen for over a year.
The waiter came out and gestured at the moon, clearly visible from our table. "Your Americans are walking around up there," he said. We looked more closely at the moon, symbol to lovers, object of poetic fancy, and felt both exhilarated and vaguely depressed.
"People are tromping around on the moon, " I said. Apollo Eleven carried a particularly unpoetic fellow up there to the land of green cheese, who read aloud a corny line as he stepped from the lunar landing module ladder onto the dusty moon surface.
Much chatter ensued later among the literati, as to the need for a writer, a poet, to visit the moon and report back with a bit more descriptive precision.
Thus far, this has not occurred.
( Moon pot roast from Apollo 17, 1972. )
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Posted by: hq | July 28, 2009 at 09:56 AM
this is really gross. the space food here looks better.
Posted by: hq | July 28, 2009 at 09:55 AM
It doesn't look like a beef to me. It's more likely to peanuts. lol
Posted by: Jasmine | July 28, 2009 at 02:59 AM
Not as good as what Mom used to make, I assume...
Posted by: Foodie | July 25, 2009 at 11:06 AM
Wow, taking a close look at that picture. I wonder what that pot roast would look/taste like after becoming reconstituted.
Posted by: diet food allie | July 23, 2009 at 07:27 PM