For instance, I like marshmallows: big ones, small ones, pastel ones. However, if I'm toasting one at a campfire, I place the forked, puffed food in a warm place where it can cook "low and slow" just as a seasoned griller may cook his steak. If it burns, I give it away. It must remain white or a very light brown, but most importantly it must be all goo within. Then, I rarely enjoy the typical s'more unless, of course, I am successful in a particularly gooey marshmallow that will radically melt the small piece of chocolate on the graham.
As for small ones, at one time I would have preffered to treat myself with a thick layer of small marshmallows melted across the top of my hot cocoa drink. Last night, I discovered that I actually don't like the combination. I would much rather eat the two seperately.
Did you know it can take me an hour to make tuna fish salad? I hate fish. I hate the taste, the odor, and the fact that every doctor wants me to eat it to bring down my cholesterol. I like tuna fish salad, but only if it doesn't look, taste, or smell anything like it's actual form. Therefore, I take whatever measures necessary to disguise the fish factor.
- Step one: Open white albacore in fresh water can.
- Step two: Hold breath and dump can into strainer.
- Step three: Rinse for a few minutes while pressing the meat with a fork to eliminate any fishy flavor.
- Step four: Spoon in a glop of miracle whip. Keep the spoon handy in case more needs to be added later.
- Step five: With a second spoon add a healthy portion of relish.
- Step six: Finely chop some onion and add it to the mix.
- Step seven: Stir. Taste. Add ingredients as necessary.
- Step eight: Refrigerate in an air-tight container as to not smell it when the fridge is opened.
I like chocolate milk, chocolate ice cream, and chocolate syrup, but I absolutely hate milk chocolate bars.
I thoroughly enjoy unsweetened hot tea, but abhor unsweetened ice tea.
I have to hold a napkin everytime I eat, but rarely do I actually use it.
I will hum the most annoying part of a song because it annoys me, but usually don't realize I'm doing it.
If I hear someone clicking a pen in church I will have strong driving desires to snap off their hands, but I sit their with a content look on my face and swing my legs to distract myself.
So, my question is this: How do you like your marshmallow? What makes you unique - or distractingly obnoxious?
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