Drabble & kibble
Jan. 20th, 2009 09:24 pmThose of you who might be interested have probably already seen this, but yesterday I committed iambic pentameter in SGA based on a post and comments at
sheafrotherdon's. I suppose it's only fair, after doing the epic House adventure. It is called Rodneyo and Johniet: A Prologue, PG, 100 words, warning for meta and showrunner-bashing. It's at Cate's (beware "Vegas" spoilers up top) and on my website.
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My sister and her friend and Ryan came to town last night and left this afternoon; Ryan had a gig and some kind of radio promotions to do. The show was nice—acoustic solo, instead of eardrum-blasting rock-out, although I do like his new(ish) backing band, and it didn't end too long after my bedtime. HI THAT'S RIGHT I AM STILL 50 YEARS OLD INSIDE.* Anyway, it was nice to see her for more than 45 minutes this time. I gave her Goodnight Bush, and she brought up my mail (thank you for the holiday cards, Caro and Catherine!) and some snacks, and, long story short, we watched the inauguration rerun.
* No negative implications intended toward people here of that age group. It is just that I have been accused before.
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This is how I ate Mallomars when I was a kid:
- Knock the top of the cookie on the table to crack the chocolate coating
- Pick off pieces of the coating and eat them (this can be done with teeth and tongue or with fingers)
- Nibble around the bottom to get the rest
- Peel the (sticky, chewed-on) marshmallow off the soft cookie base
- Eat the cookie
- Chuck the marshmallow
I don't tend to eat Mallomars these days, because I don't like marshmallows. But my dad sent up a box, so I gave the old method a go. Still works.
They made me want milk, but I don't know if the remaining bit of milk in the fridge is drinkable, and I didn't want to check. It is like Shrödinger's milk: So long as I leave it in there unopened, it is neither okay nor sour.
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My dad used to tease me for having eaten raisins in multiple bites when I was little. Shh—I still do that, sometimes. Grapes too. They last longer and can be better appreciated that way. They are sensual on the lips, grapes. And blueberries. Come on, how else does one discover that blueberries are green on the inside?
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Haven't watched House yet. Maybe I'll go do that now. Before the rest of the House fans defriend this journal.
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My sister and her friend and Ryan came to town last night and left this afternoon; Ryan had a gig and some kind of radio promotions to do. The show was nice—acoustic solo, instead of eardrum-blasting rock-out, although I do like his new(ish) backing band, and it didn't end too long after my bedtime. HI THAT'S RIGHT I AM STILL 50 YEARS OLD INSIDE.* Anyway, it was nice to see her for more than 45 minutes this time. I gave her Goodnight Bush, and she brought up my mail (thank you for the holiday cards, Caro and Catherine!) and some snacks, and, long story short, we watched the inauguration rerun.
* No negative implications intended toward people here of that age group. It is just that I have been accused before.
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This is how I ate Mallomars when I was a kid:
- Knock the top of the cookie on the table to crack the chocolate coating
- Pick off pieces of the coating and eat them (this can be done with teeth and tongue or with fingers)
- Nibble around the bottom to get the rest
- Peel the (sticky, chewed-on) marshmallow off the soft cookie base
- Eat the cookie
- Chuck the marshmallow
I don't tend to eat Mallomars these days, because I don't like marshmallows. But my dad sent up a box, so I gave the old method a go. Still works.
They made me want milk, but I don't know if the remaining bit of milk in the fridge is drinkable, and I didn't want to check. It is like Shrödinger's milk: So long as I leave it in there unopened, it is neither okay nor sour.
.
My dad used to tease me for having eaten raisins in multiple bites when I was little. Shh—I still do that, sometimes. Grapes too. They last longer and can be better appreciated that way. They are sensual on the lips, grapes. And blueberries. Come on, how else does one discover that blueberries are green on the inside?
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Haven't watched House yet. Maybe I'll go do that now. Before the rest of the House fans defriend this journal.
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Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 02:34 am (UTC):P
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Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 03:29 am (UTC)SINCE I AM A HOUSEFAN, OUR LOVE IS LIKE RODNEYO'S AND JOHNIET'S.
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Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 03:41 am (UTC)I believe that is a universal truth of milk.
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Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 04:26 am (UTC)ruinedsolved.no subject
Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 05:01 am (UTC)My dad used to tease me for having eaten raisins in multiple bites when I was little. Shh—I still do that, sometimes. Grapes too. They last longer and can be better appreciated that way. They are sensual on the lips, grapes. And blueberries. Come on, how else does one discover that blueberries are green on the inside?
I do this, too. Especially with candy--like Jelly Bellys. I love that you do it with raisins. And grapes! Do you also peel grapes with your teeth? I can make a miniature pretzel last a long time, and things like peanut butter cups and hoho cakes can take ages, lol.
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Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 05:08 am (UTC)I do not tend to peel grapes, because then the skin is bitter and the inside is just mushy. And with pb cups or snack cakes, the chocolate melts on my fingers if I eat it in little bites, so I guess I tend not to nibble as much. Though pb cups, at least the full-size ones, can't be eaten in less than two bites. That'd just be wrong.
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Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 10:16 am (UTC)I suppose that just buying chocolate-covered cookies would defeat the purpose of the Mallomars experience? :)
I remember reading in Isabel Allende's Aphrodite: A Memoir of the Senses, which is a sort of treatise on food and sex and storytelling disguised as a history of aphrodisiacs, that Allende once went to a workshop where the participants had to take five minutes to eat a single grape. She says she still remembers every detail of the taste and texture. Small bites are definitely the best way to make sure you savour something. :)
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Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 03:15 pm (UTC)Not at all! It's just that this box was brought to me unrequested from another state, so what was I supposed to do? I must
mutilateeat them.Things that scan properly are funnier, trufax.
Trufax! OCD works so well when writing in meter.
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Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 06:57 pm (UTC)ha.
:)
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Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 07:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 08:54 pm (UTC)I love those things, only we call them Royals. (Well, actually, I think of them as "those chocolate marshmallow biscuits" *g*)
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Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 09:42 pm (UTC)Marshmallows are okay when: roasted over a flame; in cereal like Lucky Charms.
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Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 09:48 pm (UTC)The idea of them in cereal, however, is just totally, utterly wrong. Euwww. (I thoroughly approve of peanut butter cups though, something not easy to get here!)
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Date: Jan. 21st, 2009 11:30 pm (UTC)Your marshmallow treats are indeed like ours. Those other ones on Wiki, though -- too tall!
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Date: Jan. 22nd, 2009 05:33 am (UTC)I learned that the hard way.
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Date: Jan. 22nd, 2009 02:47 pm (UTC)Unless you mean overripe? In which case, I feel for how you found out! :)
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Date: Jan. 23rd, 2009 12:44 am (UTC)But yeah, it's pretty funny that the one color they're not is blue.
(And the hard way involved my little brother, a bowl of cheerios and blueberries, a spoon-catapult, and my favorite shirt at the time.)
Now I'm curious: how do you eat a Reese's?
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Date: Jan. 24th, 2009 09:22 pm (UTC)I did not know that about blueberries. Iiiinteresting. And agh about your ex-favorite shirt! Funny, yet tragic.