Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Food and Drink
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A desert aisle browser catches a whiff of decay on the shelves. Cloying, metallic. Bubble and pop. Death by neglect has surely fallen upon this house. Is there no one brave enough to raze the cases to their foundation? Difficult it is to walk away from such sweet confines.
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Syd's Thursday morning lacked any distinguishing features from the day before. Same gloomy dawn, same bathrobe, same kitchen table, same flat expanse of brown grass and weeds that reached all the way to the horizon. Syd was in search of a better outlook on life, but she hadn't exerted a whole lot of effort of…
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Dig in. Make the stuffy nose run like a tiger's at its heels. Singe the tip of that sickly thick tongue. Piquant peppers will get you to knock back the water you refuse to drink. It's cold and flu season and you rub up against, and kiss on the lips, every virus that crosses your…
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We don't even own a frying pan, but the smell of bacon fat clings to the walls. The odor comes and goes. It's kind of homey and comforting, but also creepy. Pork, of all things. Sue-Ann and I are vegans! Am I having a dietary crisis? Am I about to pick back up all my…
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What is it I see?Forget the sickly green beans.Drumstick and roll, please.
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Over fed, flushed, bloated. Juanita fumbled with buttons beneath the crocheted tablecloth and sighed as she freed her belly from stretchless denim. Each year she vowed to wear a high-waisted dress, Regency-like, though second hand maternity would do just as well. Next year, for sure. Then she could eat and drink while a loose, billowy…
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Can't think of a better way to celebrate the season. Buy nearby. Eat local. Drink at home (but not alone.) Stuff I like at this time of year are dates, cranberries, Key limes, and juicy Ruby Reds. Seems like an ingredient list for an exotic side dish that'd have to fight for space on the…
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A briny dietSummer, simmered and pickledPucker up, Autumn.
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Renée is a flaky lady but her heart's in the right place. Chicken nuggets for breakfast, pastry for supper. Renée stays up all night to write messages to her Self. She knows she's having the time of her life a couple levels over. Renée's also aware she's got minutes to live just on the other…
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The Big Box Mega Retailer around the corner tells me it's time for flocked trees and frosted windowpanes. I say: "Give me my slice of pumpkin pie and a cranberry cosmopolitan first!" The only place I want to see frost right now, on an 80 degree F/27 C October Tuesday, is on a mug of…
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