Listening to I've Never Seen Star Wars, while the victim, or guest, who tries pop-tarts for the first time - actually likes them. I think I had them a time or two at Aunt Alma's, it's the kind of thing she would have done for me. Mostly I know I got to eat them while doing market surveys at the downtown mall when I first came to this city. We interviewed a lot of little kids, which is a bit like hitting one's head against a brick wall, but more painful. We were required always to ask "anything else" and write down the answer, until they said "no." This is the one time no kid will say "no." They will just make stuff up, or repeat themselves, endlessly. Most of us would just stop asking, and write down "no." Hell, this was about fuckingpoptarts, dammit.
To do the interview, we would heat and present cut up bits of poptart, in varying flavors, leaving halves left over, that we all would nibble on. Minimum wage folks, students, marginal all in our own ways, it was food, more or less. Most of us still got rather sick of it very quickly. One guy did not. We wound up having to get more supplies for the 'study' because he would snarf it down, even stealing whole packages. Later, D would talk about a guy he gamed with, who another friend called a "food vacuum" because no snacks were safe in his presence, and no one else would get any. Probably not the same guy.
I can't imagine eating them today. Or pot noodles, as the INSSW show made Sandi Toksvig try. Not sure if the pot noodles are analogous to Ramen noodles, but I assume so.
Made lunch for D's parents, enchiladas, salsa refried rice, salad. Thrown together, no recipe as such, but they turned out well, and D's dad effusive in his praise of my cooking. Nice talk, more comfortable over the years. We had a little plumbing moment this morning, and I got an unexpected, clothed, cold shower down my arm. We sorted that, more or less. Got the second ceiling fan down and replaced - in the music room. Got a foam board to put up more of our postcards, which I found looking for other paperwork. We spent part of this evening doing arts & crafts. A collage. No adhesion yet, but laid out for morning.
5 comments:
pop tarts I find too sweet-tried once.
Pot Noodles....aaargh!! Bought in a plastic pot, add hot water, supposedly ready to eat after a minute. A good idea, but full of the chemicals you do not want in your body! I can imagine Sandi Toksvig's reaction to trying them for the first time!!
I'm surprised that you're taking the fans out. I thought you'd be glad of them in the Summer
gz,
I can't imagine eating either now.
Overhead fans trigger migraines for me, the flickering. And they are terrible dust collectors, impossible to keep clean. We'll have to do something else for air movement. That, and the lights in them are bad LEDs, they actually seemed to make the room darker. The fan in the music room had to have a shim stuck in it to make it stop turning.
The idea of being able to make a hot meal with only a kettle available was a good one in theory, but pot noodles were really quite vile, not least the experience of eating them out of nasty plastic pots. Those funny Chinese instant packet noodles - are they ramen noodles? - I don't mind occasionally, though I've not had them for ages. The curry ones weren't bad.
Don't think I ever tried pop tarts, since I heard people grumbled about burning their mouths on them, I imagined how unpleasant this would be.
or those crispy pancakes filled with gunk! Some days I wander round the supermarket and wonder where the real food has gone!
Mouse,
One must shop the edges, and the farmer's markets. Not easy.
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