Halloween Redecorating

Blog redecorated for Halloween :)


It's not just MY hearing

What did you get at the craft store?
3 fake leaf garlands.
Wait... what did you get?
3 fake leaf garlands. - Like a long string of leaves... fall leaves.... fake... to hang somewhere.
Oh. I thought you said 3 fake beef garlands!
Yeah, they were out of those.

Containment Breached

Don't even pretend to not know what I'm talking about!

The good news is that there was no odor. That was my fear. That there would be some horrible egg gas released. That's why I was worried about simply tossing them into the trash because I didn't want them to explode and release "agent egg" all over my kitchen. But one exploded all by itself, and it was the NON mutant one! Or at least the less mutant one.

... It's always the quiet ones.

I think that because it was unable to ooze, it couldn't handle the internal gaseous pressure anymore. I'd actually considered that the lack of ooze on that one might lead to exactly this outcome, but then I ignored that thought. After all, that's the one that looked more normal (There's a life lesson in there...)

Fortunately, I'd deliberately kept them in a small door compartment so the damage was contained. There were a few minor splatter marks but the rest stayed within a little pop out module that I soaked, washed, and white vinegared for about an hour. Then the module was returned to its former location in the refrigerator door.

It looked like caramel. Really. In both color and viscosity. And again, much to my surprise, there was no odor. No I didn't take a picture - again. I considered it but my urge to clean ASAP won out.

I know what you're thinking. You're wondering where the other egg is? It's in the trash. Hey, with the threat of rotten egg odor gone, what do I care if it explodes in there!

Denim Tacos?

My friend and I wondered about this when we first saw it.

What the heck were "Denim Tacos?" I was hungry so I figured I'd wait in line and find out. 

The price was certainly right. $1.69 for two tacos and a drink! (- What they neglect to mention is that each taco is tiny. About the diameter of a tennis ball. So it's really more like $1.69 for one taco and a drink, which is still a great deal!)

There's no "Denim" taco on the menu. You have a choice of Steak, Chicken, Fish, or Tofu tacos. And that bottle on the menu is not free hot sauce (Because really? Free hot sauce? Who'd charge for that?) but represents your free drink which is bottled water, or a Jarittos - a childproof brand of Mexican soda. "Childproof" because you can't open it unless you carry a bottle opener or have the presence of mind to go back to the cashier and ask "Excuse me. Could you please open this for me?"

While I was waiting in line, I thought I heard someone excitedly say "Free CHEESE??!! I won FREE CHEESE!!!" Naturally that got my attention. I watched as the excited man, and a woman from the truck, spoke animatedly to each other.

"Yes you did! You won!!!" 

"No way!!! This is the best day ever!!! FREE CHEESE!!!!!"

I kept watching because 1) I was amused, and 2) I was still waiting in line so where else was I going to go? It turned out that the man had not won free cheese. What he'd actually won was free JEANS. - Which didn't make a whole lot more sense than free cheese, but it was the first thing that sort of tied in to the Denim Taco sign.

There were lots of other signs on the truck that I tried to 'decode' in a somewhat futile attempt to ease my confusion, including a small neon sign with intermixed lines that read "The El Gap Hueco Is Esta Open Abierto." I eventually figured out I was supposed to read every other line so that it either said "The Gap is Open," in English, or "The hole is open" in Spanish. (In retrospect I realized that "Hueco" was meant to be read as "Gap" but every Spanish person I know would have read it as "hole.")

Had the line not been so crazy long (I waited over half an hour!) I might never have figured out the mystery of the Denim Taco Truck with the "Free Jeans" and hot sauce soda, but after two visits, and a search on the Internet, I finally got the full story.

The "Pico de Gap" truck is owned, and is part of a promotional effort, by Gap Jeans. Which is why every once in a while, a random customer gets surprised with certificate for a free pair of Jeans. Additionally, everyone who buys a taco gets a coupon for $20 off a pair of 1969 Gap Jeans.

Unfortunately, I understood none of this from reading the truck (Denim Tacos? Free Hot Sauce? The hole is open?), not to mention that when I see a food truck I think small family business, not large conglomerate. But once I KNEW it was a promotional truck for the Gap, everything fit in and made sense. - In a roundabout "Thank God for search engines" kind of way.

Don't get me wrong, the food is good, the price is great, and the coupons are appreciated, but nothing about the truck said "THE Gap" to me. 

Note to Marketing: Next time throw THE GAP logo on the truck somewhere (instead of calling yourself a big open hole in Spanish) and/or say somewhere on the truck "Brought to you by THE GAP."  That's all that was needed. - And FWIW, it's not just me! I visited the truck on 3 separate days, and nobody in line understood the Gap connection (Even with the coupons! Even with the big pair of Jeans painted on the door!) unless they'd read about the truck online - or were standing within earshot of me! ;)

In any event, if I don't see the Pico de Gap truck again before the 1969 promotion ends, your crews have been friendly, and the food has been great. So long, and thanks for all the fish tacos!

Uneeda Biscuit

You know you do.

Bit of trivia. National Biscuit Company was shortened to Nabisco. I'm probably the only person who didn't know that, but there ya go.

Mutant Egg

I wrote a post a while back (which I didn't post) about how I was developing an odd fear of eggs. The short version is that I once had an unfortunate experience with a batch of fertilized eggs. - It's not the worst scenario you can imagine, but it was bad enough that by egg number 2 or 3 I freaked out, threw out the carton, and couldn't deal with eggs for quite some time. That was many years ago. In time, I resumed eating eggs and life in the egg department has since been uneventful.

Recently, a carton of eggs I bought tasted different. They hadn't gone bad, they just had a different flavor. I rationalized that it was probably due to the feed. Nevertheless, for some reason, that carton of eggs brought up my latent fear of eggs, and I noticed that each time I went to crack open one of those eggs I was having a slight panic attack. I know this doesn't make sense. I've had plenty of eggs since "the incident," both fertile and non,  and everything has been fine, so I tried to push through the irrational feelings. But over the next week or so, the "egg fear" persisted and I eventually decided to respect my inner "whatever" and not finish the carton. Which left me with two perfectly good eggs that I was just being WEIRD about.

What to do with the eggs...

My neighborhood has, at times, been loud at night. This hasn't been much of a problem recently, but with each new summer I never know how bad things might get. In anticipation of a potentially loud summer, I decided the eggs might be useful as ammunition. Far easier than trying to pour water down a cardboard ramp to ensure maximum dousage while only opening the window a crack (Go ahead, picture that. It works. And it makes it harder for the drunks, drug dealers, passersby to figure out which window just threw a bucket of water on them.) And hey, if the eggs went rotten? All the better. However, the summer was relatively uneventful, noise wise, so the eggs remained in my fridge.

- And now, one of them is beginning to mutate.

The mutant egg is getting a whitish sticky film on the outside of its shell. At first I thought something had spilled on it so I cleaned it. That's right. I cleaned my rotten eggs with soap and water then carefully returned them to my fridge. Within a few days, one of the eggs was covered in the white stuff again.

It's a little disturbing.

I'm guessing the gasses are pushing the egg white out through the pores of the shell. I'd take a picture of it but I don't think the goop would show, and I'm a little afraid that the flash might send out some kind of "ultra infra something" beam and cause the egg to explode.

Now I'm getting freaked out all over again.

Yes I know. THROW THEM OUT! - I'm not a complete moron. But in their current mutant state, I feel like I can't just toss them in the trash. That could cause them to detonate! I need to carefully walk them outside to the trash, or seal them in a padded plastic container in a bomb squad like manor.

That or get lucky and have a jerk outside tonight.

6 Year Old "Dream"

What did you dream last night?

6 year old

(This was the kind of "ummmm" that let me know she was about to invent a story. Which is just as good in my book!)

6 year old
I dreamt that you and me were in a park. And there were 100 kids. And 15 ponies. And the ponies could fly! And I got on a blue flying pony, and you got on a pink one, and they had pink wings. And we flew up up in the sky. And we flew to a park where you live. And we got off the ponies and we were jumping and climbing and playing on the rocks. And then we saw Mommy and Daddy, and Mommy got on your pony and Daddy got on my pony and they flew away.

They left us? Then what did we do?

6 year old
No. We were on the ponies too.

Oh ok.

6 year old
And then we flew to [another State] and got [siblings] and they got on our ponies too. And then we got [pets] and they were on the ponies too.

And then we flew to Africa.

And there was a food court there.

And we ate pillows.

We ate pillows?

6 year old
Yeah, like the blue one on my bed.

What did the pillows taste like?

6 year old
Raspberry, and cherry, and grape. And they were all different colors. And we each ate two pillows. Except the pets. They shared one pillow.

And then I woke up.

You say tomato, I say tomato...

I just read a quote that said "... Happiness comes from recognizing what you have."

I read it as "Happiness comes from reorganizing what you have."

I like my way better lol!