That’s some fucking next level tagposting right there.
Do you mean that in a good way or a bad way? (I suppose the hug gif is probably a good sign?)
(Tumblr’s tag-inspired register is good for some things–particularly when one wants to mimic the aspect voice-based conversation often has of shifting fluidly from one topic to another with no obvious places to put sentence or paragraph breaks–but I still have trouble bringing myself to write much of it in the main body of a post, so I rely a little more heavily on tags to communicate than might be ideal. As you can see, the main body of this post is really serving the function of a post title rather than an actual body.)
#IIRC I haven’t been in America during Girl Scout cookie season since 2007 #(Girl Guides have mint cookies but they’re just not the same) #we carefully arranged our latest NY grocery trip to fall on a day with a booth sale in the right location #possibly we should have bought more than five boxes of Thin Mints #the first one is nearly gone #but we did buy a further five boxes of assorted other types of cookie so there’s that #(we exploited NY’s lower cost of living to the tune of probably a good $200) #(and we did not spend *all* of it on egg challah and Girl Scout cookies and Cheez-Its and miracle chicken fingers) #((the chicken fingers were from a brand I thought went out of business a dozen years ago)) #((turns out my tastes are no longer compatible but I’m glad to have had a chance to find out)) #(and anyway if we weren’t eating American delicacies we’d be eating Canadian food instead and paying for that) #(so it’s not like the Cheez-Its and whatnot are a total loss) #home of the brave #food #tag rambles #(P.S. they didn’t have Thin Mint ice cream) #(which was disappointing but we might end up just crumbling some Thin Mints into chocolate ice cream ourselves) #oh look an original post
if you put chips in a cob it becomes a butty, everyone knows that
Ok what the fuck is a chip butty?
The wrong name for a chip cob
I am so glad George Washington told y’all to fuck of so I don’t gotta participate in whatever this BS is
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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #despite never having told the Brits to fuck off I still don’t know what a chip cob/butty is #but that last line is funny anyway #(going to go look up what they’re talking about now)
Haribo Twin Cherries. They are my unapologetic favorite. That said, I am fascinated by Cherry Mash, which I have never seen in the wild but by all descriptions is everything I like in one package.
Tulip: What kind of cake do I ask for on my birthday?
Ice cream cake with Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream. But not that Carvel shit where there’s no cake. (That’s a fine ice cream treat, but is not ice cream cake.) The Baskin-Robbins kind where the ice cream gets all melted into the cake; that’s the stuff.
Locust: what’s your favorite book as a child?
Probably, let’s say, Where the Sidewalk Ends.
That’s a lie. A bald-faced lie. My favorite book was The Book Of Lists, which is exactly what it sounds like. Also I got really into Michael Eisner’s autobiography. I now realize that he tore out the beating heart of Disney Parks and consumed it so it’s not a favorite anymore.
Oh, and the Phantom Tollbooth. But largely because I have always wanted to work in a tollbooth.
And Star Trek novels until my mom realized they had sex in them and those got removed circulation.
Me and fiction, man.
Thanks @brin-bellway, and also @brentrx who sent me Magnolia as well.
Moar, people! Moar!
I thought the whole point of ice cream cake was that it was birthday cake for people who don’t like birthday cake! That’s why I always got Carvel cakes for my birthday back when I lived in America. They don’t sell them in Canada AFAIK, so we started making our own out of ice cream, brownies, often Canadian pseudo-Thin-Mints, and sometimes chocolate whipped cream.
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#food #reply via reblog #did you know the Girl Scouts of Western New York continue cookie sales until early April? #we have carefully planned our next grocery trip to fall on a day they will be selling cookies near where we’re going #soon we shall have *proper* Thin Mints again #maybe if we are very lucky Wegmans or Tops will even sell us Thin Mint ice cream #I have not have Thin Mint ice cream in nine years and I miss it dearly
In 1994, Patrick R. Michaud and some accomplices (inspired by a Dave Barry column) turned a toaster and an “SPT” into a rudimentary blowtorch and documented it on the then-nascent Web.
This is now one of the oldest webpages still accessible.
“At this point, the researchers also realized that the heat could inadvertently melt the adhesive cellophane and cause the flaming SPTs to suddenly eject from the toaster. Unfortunately, this did not occur.”
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#food #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog
Me: time to deal with this in a Positive and Healthy manner
Me: *stuffs myself so full of mashed potatoes there is no room for the emotions anymore*
Mashed potatoes are the Platonic ideal of childhood-nostalgia comfort food. I actually feel nostalgic when I eat them even though I never ate mashed potatoes growing up.
These days, showers. Baths were nice as a kid, but they lose a lot of their appeal when you grow too tall to float in the bathtub.
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
I’m actually in the middle of eating my typical breakfast right now. It’s a single-serving peach yogurt cup. I eat a fruit yogurt cup for every non-Passover breakfast I spend at home (which is nearly all of them; about the only occasions I leave home before noon are exams, travelling, and the occasional unusually-early field trip). (Breakfasts away from home are a (carefully checked for freshness) peanut butter granola bar, or a cup of orange juice if I’m in a hotel that serves breakfast. Passover breakfasts early on are leftover charoset. Later in the week it’s often a piece of fruit, but a large part of what I get out of keeping Passover is taking a break from culinary routines, so anything goes, really.)
I like all of the Beatrice fruit yogurt flavours to one extent or another, but there’s a definite hierarchy of “buy this type only if the store is out of the higher-ranked types”. (The hierarchy changes every so often: currently it’s peach–>strawberry–>raspberry–>blueberry, but I’m thinking of switching strawberry and peach.)
(I can’t do big, rich breakfasts. My stomach wakes up very slowly: it takes 2 – 3 hours after I wake up before I can even eat the yogurt. If I’m in a situation where I have to conform to someone else’s schedule, I can get it down to 1 – 1.5 hours in a pinch, but it’s not fun.)
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#growing too tall to float in the bathtub was the beginning of the Dark Times #it was hard to find anything else that soothing and that readily available #tales from the askbox #ask meme #food #nevermindbinarity
How do you send hugs in the mail? @rosetintedkaleidoscope just donated blood (hooray!) and the correct response is celebratory hugs. However, there may be a few kilometers in the way (no, idk how they got there), so I will need to make use of the postage system. How do I package my hug? Are there any laws related to the international transmission of hugs? What are the weight limits on the amount of hug?
Personally, I recommend circumventing these issues via the use of puns: there is a kind of chocolate called “Hugs”. I wasn’t sure at first if they were available in Canada, but I found a listing for them on the Walmart Canada website, which suggests that you’d probably be able to get ahold of some.
(Some prepackaged food is using the advertising slogan “Forge Dinner”, presumably to indicate that it is for Manly Men or something. *tries not to hum “men in tiiiiiights”* Ursula goes on a rant about how she has actually forged metal, it’s hard fucking work, this slogan is illogical, etc.)
Ursula, on a roll: “If you were going toe to toe with an Immortal, would you want to be armed with a Velveeta Cheesy Skillet Meal?!”
Kevin: “Yes, but I’ll get into why in a minute.”
And for some reason I had to stop and laugh for like three solid minutes. I don’t know why. I got plenty of sleep, but I’m cackling and wheezing like I’m sleep-deprived. I just… the mental image… *still giggling*
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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #Kevin and Ursula Eat Cheap
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