One Not so Long

This was either Late Friday, or perhaps early Saturday:

I was but an observer. I saw my supervisor (team leader, I suppose) from work, and she was serving coffee in very small cups to presumably poor children laborers. Somehow it was inferred that this was how espresso began, by serving old, concentrated coffee to the Jews during Hitler-occupied Germany (in ridiculously small coffee cups). Then it faded.

I later saw Andrew Zimmerman, host of Bizarre Foods, watching a man "prepare" a very large eel for cooking. Truth be told, the eel was practically the length of an anaconda. The man was a plump, caucasian fellow of medium height, graying hair, balding, and bearing a mustache. He held the eel lengthwise along what appeared to be a horizontal, polished wooden pole that was a good three or four feet longer than the eel itself, and supported on two wooden "Y" shaped posts that stood at least five feet from the ground, and proceeded to pull it back and forth (a physical impossibility, when viewed from the conscious perspective) along the pole, not unlike how "The Gods Must be Crazy" portrayed the Kalahari Bushman curing a snake skin. The man rubbed it with butter and flour, and suggested Zimmerman put a little flour on his own face, which he delightfully did, saying it was the second time he'd done so that day.