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.
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.
Steampunk Cupcake . . . I think
Regardless, isn’t it beautiful?
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.*
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!”
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.
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)
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.
* 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.