A look into the oddities my brain cooks up. What does Twist-free Knickers mean? Exactly what it says. It takes a lot to get my knickers in a twist. I'm the perfect person to have along in case of a disaster - had I been Kate Winslet on the Titanic - Leo wouldn't have died.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Snack Time in the South
It's 3:30. My mind is having a hard time focusing on writing copy for a project at work. My stomach is grumbling - that Campbells "soup at hand" just isn't sticking to the ribs like I thought it would. I need a snack. I'm going to grab some change and go to the lunch room where the vending machines are to get a little something to get me going.
As I push the buttons of the vending machine, browsing for options, it hits me again that I live in the south. How does it hit me? By coming across Instant Grits as a food option in the office vending machine. I guess I have the choice between the grits, or vienna sausages in a can, or good 'ol pork rinds..
yum. not.
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Merry North Cackle-akee to yoooooooo!
Are Vienna sausages in a can fit for human consumption? We feed them to our elderly dog as a "protein" supplement. I just about hurl when I have to add them to the daily canine meal.
Please follow up this post with a brief interview of someone that eats these items from your vending machine.
MDF
unfortunately, I don't think anyone eats the vienna sausages. I shall look to the first person looking green around the gills and clutching the abdomen in pain - and interview them. They have to be Vienna sausage eaters, paying the price for their folly.
I believe that there is a marvelous appetizer recipe that includes vienna sausages, grape jelly and bar-b-que sauce. Maybe for the next office pot luck, a primary ingredient of each dish needs to be from the vending machine (ala Top Chef season 1)
OK Shelly, you go first with the Vienna Smokehouse Grape recipe and tell us how it goes.
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