The Flavor of Football

It probably tastes O.K.

Good Taste Restaurant.
Come on in and eat some food.
You’ll like how it tastes.

 

Who needs to spend all of that effort coming up with a catchy, memorable name?  Who has the time and mental capacity to remember some hip, catchy moniker that probably doesn’t even remotely suggest what’s being sold?

No, these folks know that when it comes to food, what you care about is taste.  And when it comes to taste, you want good taste.

No funny business.  No guessing games.  Just taste.  At a restaurant.  That’s good.

And you know that such keen insight into the needs of their customers wouldn’t mean much if they didn’t know what was popular here in the States, so go ahead and stop on by to enjoy the Super Bowl.

 

It's so super

 

Bene edite.

Peanut Butter

Crunchy, creamy, hue of wood.
Salty, spready, really good.
Mash those peanuts to a paste.
Smear it on – enjoy the taste!

 

Peanut butter is really good.  Not exactly really good for you, though.

So you’ll find certain brands sold with certain key factors reduced or removed to mitigate the guilt – sodium free, sugar free, even fat free.

Until a couple days ago, however, I would not have expected to encounter an utterly, indigestibly calorie free peanut butter.

 

Peanut terror

*Contains Trace Calories

 

There’s something mildly creepy about the notion of eating something as rich as peanut butter (or an approximation thereof) that’s so dietarily insubstantial that your body doesn’t derive any energy from it.  I mean, it’s technically not even food at that point.  (>^-‘)>

…O.K., yeah, I’d probably try it, though.

 

Bene edite.

Happy Old Year

Snowflakes

 

The year’s about to call it quits,
Along with all the romp and fest,
And Santa Claus is chuffed to bits
To have eleven months of rest.

 

Hope everyone had as wonderful a Christmas as could be!  The new year is upon us, but hey, don’t count this one out just yet – there are still several days left in 2014!

So do something awesome before Thursday rolls around.  Something big, something memorable – something you can look back on and say you accomplished in 2014, even as its final moments slipped through your fingers like a greased-up ribbon in a strong breeze.  After all, being able to say you did that one thing that one time is what it’s all about, right?

Well, what is it?  What’s the thing?

See you in 2015.  (>^-‘)>

 

Bene scribete.

Banana Chair

A bananananana chair

Banana chair, banana chair,
Are you a fruit or seat?
On second thought, I shouldn’t care,
Since both are pretty neat.

 

I’ve had these chairs for a long time.  They’re tops.  I was wanting to get some more of them, but the company that made them seems to be spending these days not existing.

Bad times.

There’s a lot of cheapy little immitation floor rockers out there, but they’re just not the same, you know?

I must find a suitable successor.  One with comfort and class.

Bananas are really good.

 

Bene scribete.

Bottles

Bunch of bottles

A bottle of anger,
Bottle of stew.
A bottle for me
And a bottle for you.

A bottle of danger,
Bottle of joy.
A bottle to keep,
And then one to destroy.

A bottle of stranger,
Bottle of friend.
A bottle to start
And a bottle to end.

A bottle of languor,
Bottle of time.
And an elephant.
You can’t put everything in a bottle.

 

Bene scribete.