Of Plating (of a meal. not, like, armour-wise.)

Coincidentally, I was at my friend Laurel (see last post title)'s birthday party, where, upon reading the appetizer menu, an idea burst forth into my brain -- one of intra-plate food placement.

Please turn your attention to Figure A, the chicken finger.

Figure A: ordinary chicken finger

And now, please turn your attention once more to Figure B, the chicken FREAKIN' HAND.


Figure B: EXTRAordinary chicken fingers

Wonderful. Wonderful wonderful. The dipping-sauce 'palm', by-the-by, is a mixture of three parts ketchup to one part mayonnaise, as demonstrated by my dear friend Adrian. Who sadly is no longer with us. Because he is in Halifax. Away.

Also, those blue and red lines are supposed to be veins and arteries. Because when I began this crude and thoughtless MS Paint job I started sketching my right hand, despite having to use it to control the delicate Paint mouse handling. Unsurprisingly, this plan went completely FUBAR almost instantly, when I realized that drawing the back of a hand is really boring. So really, this is a juxtaposition of 'a right hand, but if the palm of the left hand was instead replacing the ex-palm of the right hand'. That's right. Ex-palm. Outer palm? It's a good thing I'm not studying physiology.












Teehee.