Odd Eat #1:
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
No! It's Super Chips!
These were actually strangely delicious. Subtle banana flavour, hints of coconut, crispy without being too hard… However, the packaging sports incorrect apostrophe usage, and I do not know if I can forgive that.
Odd Conversational Tidbit #1:
V.SnazzyBell: Oh, that reminds me; I have a story about a manatee.
(For the record, this came on the heels of a discussion about the violence seemingly inherent in hockey. I’m still trying to figure out the segue.)
Odd Eat #2:
My body's too bootylicious for you, babe.
I'll shiver YOUR timbers.
Also edible. Completely not good for you, despite the proclamation on the back about the chips containing a “medley of vegetables like spinach, kale, carrots and parsley”. But tasty salty processedness, nevertheless.
Odd Conversational Tidbit #2:
Anonymous Because I Do Aim to Protect People’s Integrity: They’re like potato chips – you can’t have just one.
(In reference to, um, nipple rings. And no, I do not have a relevant photo to share here.)
Odd Eat #3:
Long, thin, slimy ones / Short, fat, juicy ones...
An entire package of tofu noodles topped with an entire block of fake feta made from tofu, sautéed. Oh no you di'int!
So, on the one hand, this photo is embarrassing. On the other, could we pretend this was me play-acting Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern?
The noodles smelt scarily of fish when I opened the packet (M.HeartsofPalm will corroborate. It was icky), but after strenuous rinsing they turned out okay. The tofu is light years from being feta but, if you approach it as flavoured tofu, it works. Plus, it’s made right near Charlottesville, so local food win!
(Please don’t run away because I ate this. Think of the chocolate.)
Odd Conversational Tidbit #3:
H.CarryOn: I think it’s rather not ideal to have the name Cockfosters.
(My my, this is a rather adult post tonight, isn’t it? I assure you H.CarryOn is not inappropriately-minded. Apparently, this is someone’s clever idea of a suburb name for London.)
Now, to scoop up some dignity, here’s something I cooked back when I had a kitchen and was not having to repack my suitcase every few days and say goodbye to people whom I now miss:
See? I can cook and eat good things, too. This was along the lines of balsamic and garlic roasted mushrooms and onions on red quinoa with dijon coleslaw. Sure, not everyone’s cup of tea, but probably more people’s T2 than the afore-mentioned slimy noodles.
Am I right?
