Griller sans la buerre

I once read that the origin of the word (and musical genre) "Zydeco" came from the Clifton Chenier song "Les Haricots Sont Pas Salés," which means the beans aren't salty. This was in reference to the Louisiana-based singer being too poor to provide salted pork for his beans. The actual word Zydeco is a corruption of the shortened "les haricots."

During this economical crisis, or the intertia of it's trough, I can't help but modernize by own "les haricots." After one of my biggest clients was busted running a Ponzi scheme worth $11 million, I've added on 13 offices and lost the next few months of commission. I am able to pay my rent and most of my bills, some gas and even afford a new bit of mascara here and there, but other than that my means are rationed. I've taken to canned vegetarian chili ($3 at Trader Joe's - delicious!) and water crackers, and making the meal spread over 2 days. A hard-boiled egg or instant oatmeal is close to doing to the trick in the mornings, so I feel relatively covered.

However, this morning I found myself toasting high-fiber bread...and realizing I have absolutely no butter, no jam, no spread whatsoever. And the $50 in my checking account I have to live on for the next 6 days is inspiration enough to eat the toast dry. I can't afford the butter.

So I have decided I am going to start my own line of music, my own corruption of the phrase "griller sans la buerre: the toast without butter."

This is what my life has come to.