Random Thursday: Weird Foodie Things

Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s acquired during the week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as actually sitting down and creating genuine content.

This turned out a little more suggestive than I’d intended.  But it’s Thursday, so no excuses, no apologies. 

No, not even for the cherry.

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Sharing is Good — Cookie Monster is Better

This hit CNN yesterday, so I’m sure most of you have seen it, but I just can’t resist a muppet pop song parody.

Or cookies.

(Thanks, Watson)

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Steampunk Cupcake . . . I think

epic win photos - Steampunk Da Vinci Cupcake WIN!

Regardless, isn’t it beautiful?

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Spud in the Buff in a Jiff

A PSA for those of you who prefer your potatoes naked and willing in as little time as possible.

I myself prefer a bit of  coy mystery when it comes to tubers, but to each his or her own, said the woman who kissed the rutabaga.*

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World’s Smallest Baby Grape

or, How To Tell Your Family Has Been Blogsimilated

“Wait, don’t eat that!  Stick it on your fork and I’ll take a picture of it for your Thursday post!”

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Pi(e)!

funny puns - The Perfect Pi Day Treat!

Get it?

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Salt-Lovin’ Clamfoot

Did I ever mention that I’d rather eat any other food item in the world rather than a clam or oyster?**

And that’s before I watched this:

It isn’t actually tasting the table, by the way—it’s trying to bury itself.

That’s almost endearing, in a really gross way.

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Warning:
This Next Item May Not Be Safe For Work Or Small Children

(or for your opinions of my general character and/or sense of humor,
though it’s worth mentioning that several of you are very bad influences,

and you know who you are so don’t bother acting all shocked now)

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Cyrano and Don Juan

Some of you may remember the Potato of Willendorf I posted a while ago.  Popular gal, according to stats, if not comments.

And while potatoes are clearly becoming a thing around here, for reasons I don’t care to investigate, this . . . is a bit different.

Last night, in the fruit bowl, I found this:***

It’s a cherry with a really large nose.

After trying for ten minutes to remember Jimmy Durante’s name,^ I dubbed him Cyrano and stuck him in a hollowed out cucumber slice so I could get a photo.  Kind of proud of that, actually, though more for the inventiveness than the action.

I really have no excuse for what happened next, so, as stated above,  I’m not offering one.

Yeah . . . I went there.

And that ‘s all I’m gonna say.  Out loud.

Except that  I didn’t go as far as the to-remain-nameless friend who looked at it this morning and said, “Choke Cherry?”

I did say you were a bad influence.

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* Yeah, I don’t know.  It’s been that kind of day.

** It’s true.  Carrie Fisher called them “Undersea Elephant Boogers” in Postcards from the Edge.  I don’t know if that was her opinion or the character’s, but it’s certain mine.

***My husband:  “Honey, why do you suppose the mutants of the Vegetable Kingdom flock to you?”
Janie: “Maybe they know she blogs.”

^Imagine a table of people repeating, HAH-cha-cha-cha! to each other in an effort to jog our memories—or, in the case of the under-ten crowd, because it’s so much fun to say.  Go on, try it.