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To market, to market,
to market…were the first words that popped into my head, when I witnessed,
first hand, a rosy, posy squealing piglet lope along the dimly lit avenue,
crashing into chairs, tables and pedestrians on a marathon sprint across
town. I must say, that it’s not everyday
that one has the misfortune or should I instead say, fortune (?), of running
smack dab into a real live tub of lard on the run.
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| Just hanging out in picture perfect Delft |
So, here I was on a brisk October eve, envelopped within folds
of wool and cashmere, sipping vino on the quaintest of outdoor patios in Delft,
when out of the blue, the flash of pink barrelled on by. Musing that perhaps I had indulged in one too
many libations, my eyes bugged in disbelief when, lo and behold, I realized
that a determined little piglet was bounding down the path. Hell-bent on squirming his way out of Tuesday
night dinner, lest he inadvertently find himself roasting on a spit, Piglet on
the Run had loftier ambitions than hamming it up with a bunch of ravenous
carnivores.
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| A flash of Piglet on the Run |
Huffing and puffing quite the un-elegant trudge, on a
mission to outrun the butchers and gastronomes, on a desperate relay to dodge
the bayonets of chefs gone wild, this lone porker was heading to the hills, to
safer refuge where bacon-free menus ruled the day.
Virtually stalling traffic (bicyclers and curious onlookers,
actually) in its tracks, this little piggy was causing quite the ruckus; a
stray piglet whose instinct for self-preservation had inadvertently led him to
wrong-turn onto a bustling bistro lined square.
Fortunate for swine on the run,
his mal-odorous sense of direction had unwittingly led him down a path of no
return, leaving him sequestered amongst a bevy of revellers and curiosity
mongers eager to post a selfie or two of said fugitive on the run.
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| Piggy on the Run aka Celebrity of the Day |
Piglet du Jour hoofed it out of town just as quickly as he
had lumbered on in, his fleeting presence allowing me pause for reflection and a
hasty re-think of tonight’s dinner. No
longer licking my chops in anticipation of a delectable pork loin feast, as the
vision of roast piggy rotating on a spit was too unbearable to stomach, I
frantically begged the waiter to cancel my order lickety-split. Humming and hawing over the gastronomic choices,
even coq au vin was eventually nixed, a parade of clucking hens and chicks yet
another chiding vision.
With my appetite for fowl now quashed and with pork chops
definitely off the menu, I opted for the next best thing – a pizza Margherita,
washed down with a couple of carafes of vino tinto. Hic.
Just another evening in postcard perfect Delft.
Nothing like hanging out with piglet on the
loose, boar on the run and hogs gone wild on a casual Tuesday eve in Delft,
when all you want to do is indulge in a bit of vino and contemplate life in appreciative
wonder of this canal-lined town - but, non, along barrels Piggy, trudging and
snorting, who inadvertently becomes the Celebrity of the Day in this week’s
blog post.
Stay tuned!! In 2 weeks...... just 14 days or so, depending upon your respective time zone!!
Next blog will be posted on Wednesday,
February 4th. Stay tuned for
more fabulous adventures of cuckoo ol’ Auntie Nora in the Netherlands and
Belgium.
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