New song lyrics, waiting for a setting.

…or some other song it can be sung to. Anyway, *ahem* here’s my latest chart-buster:

My TV is on the food channel
Looking for new things to eat.
But when that music starts
It goes straight to my heart
Which stirs, shakes, and then skips a beat.
The palms of my hands become moist
I reach for fresh pepper to grate
I set the oven on kill
And hold myself still
As my soul starts to salivate
Chorus:

I want to have Alton Brown’s baby
Just cuz I love how he cooks.
We’d make a child, in the end
That’s a fabulous blend
Of his talent, along with his looks.

My eyes remain glued to the TV
In rapture, I don’t even blink.
Each kitchen applience
With gastronomical science
(Everything but the kitchen sink)
Is grist for a splendid concoction.
If I can’t cook it, it isn’t his fault.
I’m in love with his eyes
His shoulders, his thighs
His voice and his kosher salt.
Repeat chorus

Contest

I’m running a small contest here. Two prizes, both of them signed and personalized copies of Jhegaala (now that I have my copies).

One copy will go to the seventeenth person (only one entry per person) to email me offering to send me a copy of The Forest People by Colin Turnbull. I know there copies available on Amazon for much less than Jhegaala. (Uh, just to be clear, you have to actually send me Turnbull’s book.)

On the Dragaera list, people have been talking about their favorite lines in Jhegaala–a conversation an egomaniac like me can’t help but love. So, in that spirit, the other copy will go to the first person who guesses my favorite line in Jhegaala. Only one guess per comment, minimum five minute wait between comments by the same person.