When President John Fitzgerald Kennedy spoke before the students at Rice University on September 12th, 1962 he outlined his vision for the next decade in one brief sentence: “We choose to go to the moon.”
It was a bold promise, one as tied up in the idea of American exceptionalism as it was in American military strategy. Of course, we all know what happened next: On July 20th, 1969, less than seven years after President Kennedy’s bold promise, astronaut Neil Armstrong took “one small step” and ushered in a new age. The Space Age.
Which brings me to another thing that happened in space — Star Wars. While an exact date is not known, it’s safe to say that close to the same time Neil drove his rover around the dusty gray surface of the moon, many lightyears away a creature known simply as “Baby Yoda” was doing some gallivanting of his own.
While I’ve yet to watch The Mandolorian, the Disney+ series Baby Yoda is featured in, I have been able to feast my eyes on this delicious specimen from afar, salivating at the thought of sinking my incisors into that gooey green flesh.
It’s safe to say that I’ve not been alone in my deep-rooted desire.
I want to chew Baby Yoda, savoring every tender bite. I wish to bask in the flavors of the small green ghoul. I will put Trader Joe’s Everything But The Bagel seasoning on him. I will create a savory stock out of what’s left, adding vegetables and other herbs from my garden. I will pick him clean.
But, dear reader, I ask: would you do the same?