I recently heard a phrase I had never heard before: Pizza bones.
Pizza Bones?????? A friend down south said that his dog was waiting for the “pizza bones”, by which of course, he meant the crust. And then I heard another person down south refer to pizza crust as the bones. It must be a southern thing.
I was amused by the phrase, but I must admit, in NY we would never refer to the crust as bones. The crust is an integral part of the pizza. There are some people who would say that the crust is the best part of the pizza. But now I have the phrase “pizza bones” stuck in my head and I try to imagine which part of the crust is the femur or the tibia.
And speaking of femurs, I have a neighbor who lives in a first floor apartment so she is lucky enough to have access to the backyard. One day she was digging to plant something and dug up what looked like a human bone, or more specifically a part of a femur! What does one do when one finds a piece of a human bone? You call NY’s Finest. Two cops show up, look at it, scratch their heads and say “if you find a skull or hip bone give us a call back.”
While looking through a book called Watercolor Landscapes by Richard Taylor I came across a landscape that I admired. There was a “field of bluebells” under the trees. I have no idea what a bluebell looks like. (I later googled it.) Not wanting to slavishly follow Mr. Taylor’s painting I did my own version. Look really closely and you may see some bones underneath the purple shadows. What kind of bones you say? I’ll let you decide.