Ode to Carrot Jockey

Ode to Carrot Jockey

by Loyal Minion Sharyn

Carrot Jockey, is your taxonomic nomenclature

A plastic unclothed biped, on buttercream by nature?

No hair about your eyes to cloud your keen visual senses

Contributes to your skill in finding wrecky cake offenses.

I find myself intrigued by your frosted ambulations,

A singular development of fondant machinations

That illustrates your need to ride on sugary confections

While pointing out a bakery's abuse of its directions.

No clothing is essential for your wreck reporting talents,

A hat, a vest or even pants might throw you off your balance.

And carrots are a necessary part of locomotion

Although for geeky panelists they can cause a commotion.

Carrot Jockey, the wondrous cakey carnage you display

Makes people snort their coffee, and brightens up their day.

A naked bit of plastic I can from a chain suspend

 

To me, you'll always be a veggie-riding friend.

 

A huge "Thak You" to Sharyn for writing the world's best comment poem, and also to Theresa B., Jennifer C., Carmel C., Angela M., Julie K., Noelle, Maggie H., Caroline T., Colleen T., & Martha A. for all the Carrot Jockey homages.

Also, if by some crime you're not familiar with the original poem/rap Sharyn's is based on, watch this:

And finally, because it's a FAQ: the jockey necklaces are no longer available for sale because they're a right pain to make. However, if you continue to pester us - say, by leaving demanding comments on this post - I might be able to convince John that we should make one big final batch before the holidays. Maybe. If you beg. And I'm not talking just a few extra exclamation marks here; I'm talking complete loss of dignity, people. Dance! Dance for our amusement! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!

Or just ask nicely. That might work, too.

(Note from john: *sigh* Fine. But let me explain something: it takes HOURS. Rolling each individual carrot, carving each individual leaf, trying to center the baby so that it balances, baking them, clear coating them, gluing the baby down, gluing the post and hanging it on the chain.  And then, THEN!  If it doesn't balance and it hangs funny, we start over because Jen won't let an imperfect one leave the house.  *harumph*  So, we're going to make 3 for each tour stop as prizes and maybe a hundred more.  If anyone needs me for the next few days, I'll just be over here kneading clay...)

Listen! Do You Smell That?

Yesterday I read an article about "swallowable perfume," a new form of perfume that comes in capsules. That you swallow. Ergo, "swallowable perfume."

Look, I couldn't make this stuff up, guys.

Anyway, it got me to thinking: how long before this is incorporated into food? You know, like cake? And what would an ingestible perfume cake look like, anyway? Would decorators try to reflect the scent in the cake's design?

These are all important questions, which I think deserve answers. You know, for science. And laughs. But mostly science.

So, as a public service, here are a few suggestions for some classic perfume scents:

Obsession

This would have to be a revamped formula, of course, with top notes of blood, wet dog, and a little patchouli.

Poison

Lucky for me, I've developed an immunity to iocane powder.

I'm sure you've heard of Chanel #5, but here's one for its lesser-known predecessor, Chanel #2:

Q: Why did Tigger have his head in the river?

A: He was looking for Pooh! Because Poo smells grrrrreat!

White Shoulders

 

I bet you never realized how weird that perfume name was until right now.

Contradiction

Something here doesn't add up.

Miracle

Even the balloons are defying the laws of gravity!

Lucky You

 

Say, here's a tip:

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Ah. Never mind; false alarm.

Thanks to Sarah P., Crazy Z., Michelle S., Caren, Celeste G., Amy C., & Colleen W. Smell you later, guys!