20 February 2008

The taste of love

I am afraid of the cookies in the lunch room.


It's a sad statement, but true.  The cookies are just plain weird-looking...not all the cookies, mind you, but the dark chocolate ones with the pink candy buttons.  That cotton-candy pink color.  It makes the cookies look like they escaped from a poodle-skirt wearing June Cleaver Wannabe woman who got sick of making corn flake winkies some time in 1954.


But that's just me.


One of my colleagues, who seemed somewhat nicer to me before he made this statement, told me that the cookies tasted like "love."  Which is also scary, given the tastes I associate with love:

  • tuna
  • asparagus
  • beef and tortillas with cheese and grilled onions
  • eggs with vegetables in them
  • dark russet potato chips
  • gingerbread 
  • m&m's
  • goldfish crackers
  • slightly burned fish
  • thin-crust pizza with sausage
  • fried ravioli
  • sweet tarts
  • pixy stix
  • american cheese sandwiches
  • Italian wedding soup
  • artichokes
  • olive oil
These are not good cookie flavors, by the way. 

2 comments:

Briareos said...

While Briareos might consider cookies the flavor of asparagus, fried ravioli, and artichokes somewhat suspect. He feels that sweet tarts and pixy stixs are fair game. Furthermore, after brief contemplation, Briareos thinks a correctly executed american cheese sandwich cookie is well worth consideration for a small dinner party. This would be especially true if served with goldfish crackers, dark russet potato chips, and tuna. Then maybe a desert course could be served that consisted of beef and tortillas w/ cheese and grilled onions, eggs w/ veggies, and italian wedding soup. Of course all of these would be created with olive oil. Then the party could move to the library for a selection of gingerbread, m&m, and thin-crust pizza w/ sausage sorbets. This could then be completed with a slightly burned fish preserves prepared ahead of time and sent home with guests as a remembrance of the evening.

MightyIsis said...

Eyeeuw! or as Lavender Brown might say..."eeurgh!" This is somewhat nastier than blast-ended screwts...