Sunday, February 22, 2009

Hibernation Halt

So what has brought me out of my blogging hiatus? The answer is: Mary Jane's annual Cassoulet Cook-off. It was as fun as ever, and a good time was had by all.
I'm afraid I don't have any pictures, but that might be all for the best since cassoulet is more mouth-watering than it is photogenic.
So why am I blogging about an event for which I have no photos and can only taunt you with various synonyms for deliciousness? The answer is: the Utilikilt.

Every year one of the top contenders for first place in the best-cassoulet competition is The Kilted Cook, a man who takes his cassoulet so seriously that he keeps a collection of duck fat on hand at all times (I like to pretend that he constantly scours ebay doing searches for vintage vats of the stuff). The first time I met him was the first time I learned of the Utilikilt, and ever since then I've been on a crusade to get Davis to wear one.

The Utilikilt is essentially a non-heritage-specific Carhartt-like version of a kilt.
Most men don't realize this, but chicks dig men in kilts. It's been scientifically proven. Ok, maybe my poll of 10 women wouldn't exactly be considered scientific, but 9 out of 10 women admitting to kilt digging still seems significant (and it should be mentioned that the one holdout was my mother whose lack of enthusiasm stemmed from a particular kilt-wearer who had annoyed her).

While I love traditional tartan kilts and all their accouterments, the wearing of them is generally limited to those of Scottish descent. The beauty of this new generation of kilt is that it doesn't discriminate by lineage (sadly it does discriminate by checkbook, though, as they start at $150 and go up from there).

I've heard that the look is common in the Pacific Northwest, but it's still quite rare around these parts. Davis has been hesitant to embrace these non-bifurcated garments because he doesn't like to stand out in a crowd, so my plan is to promote the look to others in the hopes that it becomes commonplace. The beauty of my plan is that even if Davis never becomes comfortable with the concept of wearing one himself, I'll still get to see plenty of kilted gentlemen strolling around town.
So will you all join me in this cause?

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