Jan 29, 2006 14:15
today i'm gonna talk about food. 'cause, well, i'm eating lunch. lunch, which happens to be reheated jota that i made all by my lonesome. thing about jota is, you have to make a lot of it. and i mean a lot of it. it just doesn't work when you try to make a little bit. so, i had a rather gigantic pot full of soup, which i wasn't finishing nearly fast enough. i realized i had to store it somehow, and the fridge just doesn't do so well for long term storage. so...i buried it in the ice outside. that's right. buried it in the ice. outside. well, there's no freezer here... and i figured, 'it's all frozen outside... if i bury it deep enough, it's gerenteed (i think in incorrect spelling) to freeze solid, and stay frozen til i need it, right?' yay for ingineuity.
i recived a bar of chocolate the other day. the package was all pretty, with these impressionist plums on it. i tasted the chocolate, and thought it tasted pretty nice. plummy, and, well, something else. couldn't quite put my fingure on it, so i flipped the package over and read the ingredients:
Filling 65% (white-chocolate, nut-nougat, milk, plums, milk-chocolate, bacon, glucose), dark-chocolate (cocoa-batch, sugar, cocoa butter, emulsifier: soya lecithin, natural vanilla) 70% cocoa content in the dark chocolate.
did ya see it? did ya? read them again.
now, i'm sure you saw it this time.
i never really imagined it to be possible to use the words, 'i'm sorry. i don't eat pork.' as a way to excuse one's self from eating chocolate.