In a few parts of Newfoundland, the southwest coast and the west coast in particular, the traditional birthday trick is what is often known as "grease face." The same custom is known in parts of the Maritime provinces of Canada as "buttered noses". As early as is convenient on the birthday someone tries to reach from behind the birthday boy or girl and dab on their nose a fingerful of grease, often butter. This is accompanied by best wishes for the year, now lubricated with the greasy face. Among schoolchildren this custom sometimes takes the form of pushing a sweet, creamy cake in the face.
Or this?
The sheer black rayon and polyester shash is firmly bound around my buttered hair and head to form a berfect black balloon. This beautiful black bubble must be bordered with blastic to reduce the flow of melting butter to a manageable moistness at the nape of the neck. The telltale trickle will be wiped away in regular dainty strokes with a delicate mehareb, a mehareb that has been marinated in odocoloN (eau de cologne). Was I born with a silver spoon? Well, a wooden one, anyway, and not in my mouth. The same lega QibiI put on my head has been melted down and carefully poured down my nose with my wooden spoon, on many occasions. Butter on the head? Butter down the nose? "What for? What for?" you ask. To purify my blood, and preserve my bones of course! Ah...the purity of blood, the essence of bone, one simply cannot buy it, nor doesn it change through time.
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Re: Strudy seems to be the word of the day :D
Date: 2006-08-21 03:05 am (UTC)In a few parts of Newfoundland, the southwest coast and the west coast in particular, the traditional birthday trick is what is often known as "grease face." The same custom is known in parts of the Maritime provinces of Canada as "buttered noses". As early as is convenient on the birthday someone tries to reach from behind the birthday boy or girl and dab on their nose a fingerful of grease, often butter. This is accompanied by best wishes for the year, now lubricated with the greasy face. Among schoolchildren this custom sometimes takes the form of pushing a sweet, creamy cake in the face.
Or this?
The sheer black rayon and polyester shash is firmly bound around my buttered hair and head to form a berfect black balloon. This beautiful black bubble must be bordered with blastic to reduce the flow of melting butter to a manageable moistness at the nape of the neck. The telltale trickle will be wiped away in regular dainty strokes with a delicate mehareb, a mehareb that has been marinated in odocoloN (eau de cologne). Was I born with a silver spoon? Well, a wooden one, anyway, and not in my mouth. The same lega QibiI put on my head has been melted down and carefully poured down my nose with my wooden spoon, on many occasions. Butter on the head? Butter down the nose? "What for? What for?" you ask. To purify my blood, and preserve my bones of course! Ah...the purity of blood, the essence of bone, one simply cannot buy it, nor doesn it change through time.