Dear Claire,
We are potstickers. Aptly named, we stick to pots. Show us a pot, and we'll stick to it with a tenacity that would put a bulldog with a bone to shame. None of us even finished elementary school, let alone a university degree in the English language, but we're smart enough to know what something called a "POT-STICKER" plans to do.
Here's the thing: We didn't deceive you. We didn't try to conceal our true nature. With our name, we made our intentions quite clear. So when you cook a bunch of us and then leave us in a big bowl while you go off to chop vegetables, it seems rather foolish (one might even say "asinine" or "idiotic") that you would then react with shocked and outraged chagrin when you find that we have, in fact, stuck to the pot. The name is not symbolic in any way; nor is it an ironic, postmodern challenge to would-be deconstructionists. Honestly, we are just not that sophisticated. The name "potsticker" was meant to be interpreted in the most literal sense. "Potsticker" = "That which sticks to the pot".
We apologize for any misunderstanding. In future dealings with us, do try to remember that when confronted with a pot, any pot, we will stick to it with single-minded determination. Barnacles will be scraped off the hull of a shipwreck more easily than we will be separated from the pot to which we stick. It's called a raison d'etre. Look it up, genius.
Yours sincerely,
The Potstickers
(we stick to pots)
No comments:
Post a Comment