Chapeau Show
Posted by Moose on February 29th, 2008. Filed under: Photos.If you accurately deduced that the best use for a stack of leftover pasta sheets is to sculpt pasta fowl and many cunning pasta hats for the pasta fowl, you are very smart indeed and I applaud you. You may also have deduced that I have a delicate system and should not be allowed within a city block of carbonated sugar water.
Meet the Pasta Duck
Little Pasta on the Prairie
Pasta Garbot
Patriot Pasta
Pasta Flock of Sea Gulls (heh heh)
Pasta Chews its Stitches
Hungarian Grandma Pasta
Pastafarian
Pasta Sculpting Geniuses
February 29th, 2008 at 9:48 am
Is is bad that I laughed out loud when I got to “Pastafarian”?
February 29th, 2008 at 9:52 am
My favorite is Hungarian Grandma Pasta. So real! So life-like!
February 29th, 2008 at 9:59 am
My favorite is pasta who chews its stitches.
February 29th, 2008 at 11:07 am
This is utterly hilarious. I might be in love with you based only on this entry.
February 29th, 2008 at 11:43 am
Oh yeah! I forgot to show you the pasta tree.
I really hope I remembered to take the pasta off their plant before we left.
February 29th, 2008 at 12:46 pm
Pasta fowl. Is that like party foul? Only different? Pasta flock of seagulls looks just like Crunchy boy in the morning when he hasn’t had his hair cut.
February 29th, 2008 at 12:51 pm
Where is Howard the (Pasta) Duck? And Donald? And Daisy? I’m disappointed, Moose. You left off some of history’s top ducks! But I applaud your creativity nevertheless.
February 29th, 2008 at 1:45 pm
Oh man.
Oh. Man.
My favorite part is that the hats are so well-crafted and creative, and yet the duck itself? Doesn’t even have a proper beak.
You are a true artist.
February 29th, 2008 at 6:43 pm
I owe it all to my pasta-in-crime, Moose. Let’s collaborate on other food wasting art in the future.
February 29th, 2008 at 8:10 pm
Little Pasta on the Prairie has paisley print on underneath that hat doesn’t she?
March 1st, 2008 at 1:01 am
Moose, only you would appreciate this, I think. So I love the French duck the best, the one with the beret, the first one. Oh la la!
But he makes me think of one of my pet peeves, which is of course: duck a la orange.
What. is. this. dish?
Why isn’t it canard a la orange? Or even duck in a orange sauce. Really, I could live with either but not some combination thereof.
Um…thanks for canoodling with the pasta. It made my day.
March 1st, 2008 at 1:44 pm
Dude, I’m with May up there. What is WITH duck a l’orange? But the duck is the cutest pasta foul ever. I had great fun meeting him on my fancy new iPhone.
March 1st, 2008 at 4:38 pm
Would it be inappropriate to ask you to be my girlfriend? Because this is HILARIOUS.
March 2nd, 2008 at 8:59 pm
Those are great! That would make for some interesting dumplings, huh.
March 2nd, 2008 at 10:01 pm
How long did you have to think about these? Wildly funny.
March 3rd, 2008 at 3:42 pm
I must know: WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DUCK?
March 3rd, 2008 at 3:53 pm
Leah: Here I have to admit that I sculpted the duck. Dave made all the hats. Which explains both the hat mastery and the complete lack of a proper beak.
Dave: For our next master work, I’m envisioning something entitled “Symphony in Onion Ring Major.” Or perhaps “Prelude to a Beet.”
May and Jemima: Duck l’orange is a crime against nature. And ducks.
Velocibadgergirl: Propositions are NEVER inappropriate. I will apply for the post immediately.
All Adither: It’s amazing how little thought randomness needs when one person is drunk and the other is hopped up on sugar. That said, AGES. Such genius takes time.
Leah, again: Oh dear. I’m so sorry to have to tell you this. The pasta duck is now cavorting merrily through fields of wildflowers on the pasta duck farm. (In other words, we fried him up and ate him.) (Not really.) (He got left at the party.) (I assume they laminated him and put him on a pedestal.)
March 3rd, 2008 at 7:24 pm
I am sitting here wondering if it is possible to cook the pasta duck. I am so cruel.
March 5th, 2008 at 7:26 pm
OOOOOoooo! I smell an Etsy Shop!
I can’t stop humming “Matchmaker, Matchmaker, make me a match…” after seeing the Hungarian Grandma pasta. You kill me.
March 22nd, 2010 at 10:18 pm
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