And when I say “getting old”, I mean actually old! My friend signed me up for Oldster and so at first I was stereotypical-old-lady-level cranky when I saw all these essays by whipper snappers in their 40s and 50s. (My friend patently explained the site was intended to capture transitional musing across the aging spectrum, so never mind... gotta go now and yell at a kid to stay offa my lawn. LOL). Your writing is sharp, Abigal. And that’s age-independent.
Kate, everyone who is a "whipper-snapper" to a person older than them is also an "oldster" to someone else, who is younger than them. It's all relative. In my first job out of college, when I was 22, I thought my 25-year-old colleague was a wise old sage. When she turned 30, she was convinced she was "over the hill." Oldster isn't about old people. It's about the experience of getting older and what it means to us at every phase of life. At every juncture, every milestone, we feel older than we felt, and we attach meaning to where we are. That's what Oldster explores—with a tongue-in-cheek, subversive use of the term.
From the Dictionary of Vulgar Tongue (you are going to enjoy tremendously) you are a Poulterer--a chicken butcher. A revered skill! The recipes sound delicious.
I adored What Comes Next and How to Like It. And I adore your spatchcocking piece; oddly enough I cooked a spatchcocked chicken just the other night, for myself. Still water, yes, but I do not love getting old… like the other commenter, I was a bit cranky about the “whippersnappers” staking a claim as Oldsters but now that Abigail Adams has chimed in , I’m a convert. Many thanks.
Karena, as I explained to Kate below: Everyone who is a "whipper-snapper" to a person older than them is also an "oldster" to someone else, who is younger than them. It's all relative. In my first job out of college, when I was 22, I thought my 25-year-old colleague was a wise old sage. When she turned 30, she was convinced she was "over the hill." Oldster isn't about old people. It's about the experience of getting older and what it means to us at every phase of life. At every juncture, every milestone, we feel older than we felt, and we attach meaning to where we are. That's what Oldster explores—with a tongue-in-cheek, subversive use of the term.
Love this one!
thank you.
Be prepared! My heavy-duty poultry shears were not up to the job of spatchcocking a turkey. I had to order aviation tin snips!
Good idea. but it will still be a horrible job. you actually did a turkey? Hats off to you!
It cooks beautifully and much more quickly! (Love your books!)
Thank you.
Thank you for this ,Abigail Thomas. Still water. I love getting old.
Me too, such a relief. Thank you.
And when I say “getting old”, I mean actually old! My friend signed me up for Oldster and so at first I was stereotypical-old-lady-level cranky when I saw all these essays by whipper snappers in their 40s and 50s. (My friend patently explained the site was intended to capture transitional musing across the aging spectrum, so never mind... gotta go now and yell at a kid to stay offa my lawn. LOL). Your writing is sharp, Abigal. And that’s age-independent.
Kate, everyone who is a "whipper-snapper" to a person older than them is also an "oldster" to someone else, who is younger than them. It's all relative. In my first job out of college, when I was 22, I thought my 25-year-old colleague was a wise old sage. When she turned 30, she was convinced she was "over the hill." Oldster isn't about old people. It's about the experience of getting older and what it means to us at every phase of life. At every juncture, every milestone, we feel older than we felt, and we attach meaning to where we are. That's what Oldster explores—with a tongue-in-cheek, subversive use of the term.
Sara- Yes. I get that now. ;-). BTW, do you accept submissions and how?
Will drop you a line!
Thanks, love the word whipper snapper. Got to look that one up now. Now get that kid off your lawn.
Very funny and tremendously poignant, also mouthwatering.
Thank you.
From the Dictionary of Vulgar Tongue (you are going to enjoy tremendously) you are a Poulterer--a chicken butcher. A revered skill! The recipes sound delicious.
It's a great book, thanks.
I adored What Comes Next and How to Like It. And I adore your spatchcocking piece; oddly enough I cooked a spatchcocked chicken just the other night, for myself. Still water, yes, but I do not love getting old… like the other commenter, I was a bit cranky about the “whippersnappers” staking a claim as Oldsters but now that Abigail Adams has chimed in , I’m a convert. Many thanks.
Karena, as I explained to Kate below: Everyone who is a "whipper-snapper" to a person older than them is also an "oldster" to someone else, who is younger than them. It's all relative. In my first job out of college, when I was 22, I thought my 25-year-old colleague was a wise old sage. When she turned 30, she was convinced she was "over the hill." Oldster isn't about old people. It's about the experience of getting older and what it means to us at every phase of life. At every juncture, every milestone, we feel older than we felt, and we attach meaning to where we are. That's what Oldster explores—with a tongue-in-cheek, subversive use of the term.
Makes perfect sense! Thanks Sari
Thank you, love your comment, and thank you for your kind words about What Comes Next.
Yup, I have the feeling nature is in the process of spatchcocking humanity...
yep. thanks for reading it.
Very much enjoyed it. Completely unique!
thank you!
Pond and ponder. A new connection to me. I can always count on you for yoking unlikely things in a way that’s both unexpected and absolutely right.
Good gawd this is terrific!
thanks, Annie.
Thank you, Rona.
Thanks. alas, I can't change what needs changing. It's us.