A Skullard (tm) journal entry
Putting yesterday's silly comic away I realized I had another suitable holiday scribble. Again, more than a decade old, this image is presented in glorious
Anyone else who's been to too many church potlucks will appreciate the ubiquitous bucket of chicken.
Hmmm, just thinking if I knew of any other foods that can be purchased in a bucket. Popcorn, of course. I've seen Whopper (tm) malt balls sold in buckets. When we went to the State Fair, among all the On A Stick vendors, there was a booth selling buckets of chocolate chip cookies! I remember being sorely tempted to get the bucket of cookies and take it back to the "All the Milk You Can Drink: $1" booth (I still had my refillable cup) and indulge in a dunk-fest. As previously noted elsewhere, though, cookie dunking is one area where my wife and I hold opposing views. Both being reasonable people we compromised by eating cinnamon roasted almonds (insert salivation here) which were not sold in a bucket but a cone. The cone wasn't edible like ice cream cones are but a paper cone like they package Drumstick (tm) ice cream cones in. A cone in a cone seems a bit redundant, doesn't it? This always struck me a little strange because back when I used to buy drumsticks they usually came in . . . a bucket. We're talking chicken not ice cream now, although you can buy a bucket of ice cream as well. They call the margarine bucket a tub and that's the same tub they use for Cool Whip (tm) but I could see using them as buckets, in a pinch. I'm pretty sure I saw a bucket of margarita mix which sounds like a very interesting weekend. Some of the local taverns advertise buckets of beer during football games, but friends assure me that it's actually bottles of beer inside a bucket along with some ice. Sounds like shady advertising to me. And then there's my mom's "Dirt Cake" which is a really tasty mix of Oreos (tm), chocolate mousse and other yummies all served playfully in a (new) child's pail complete with little plastic digging shovel and fake flower sticking out the top. Now does this count? I mean, technically you can't purchase my mom's Dirt Cake 'cause she just gives it to you. And I'm hazy on the difference between a bucket and a pail. I mean, they're exactly the same shape and function, but you wouldn't point and say, "Pass me that pail of chicken," would you? Would you?
So . . . that's Thanksgiving.