Friday, December 30, 2005

Grapefruit

Rian is, as we speak, eating grapefruit flesh from the point of a steak knife. Stab. Nibble. Suck. Stab. Nibble. Sluuurp. Emily Post would not approve.

So.

Last night Somone Else came through the door holding high a small box.

"I have a gift from a client," he teased. "And it is something you WANT."

"Oh?" said Rian, glancing up from a smoldering potato. "It is diamonds? Fancy technology? A TESLAR WATCH?"

"Even better." Someone Else opened the package and pulled forth a small pink and black striped container. "Look."

"Aiiii!" Rian cried, dropping charred carrots. "Take it away! Take it away! Ye gods of small fishes, take it away!"

Someone Else only laughed. "Yours." He dropped it on the kitchen counter, alongside the microwave.

BRUTTLES OLD FASHIONED SOFT PEANUT BRITTLE.

Rian loves peanut brittle, but this odd Spokaloo Confection, which Rian tasted for the very first time at the Davenport Christmas Gala, is better than primal sin.

The small black and pink box, sitting alongside the microwave still (notice Rian has not tossed it into the trash), pretending innocence, is sorely tempting Rian's previously unmatched stubborness.

Drat.

http://www.bruttles.com

3 Comments:

Blogger Emma said...

Eat it, eat it, eat it.

And why not? *grins*

6:34 PM  
Blogger biped said...

Heh. I came here to post the very words Em just spoke. It's yours. The only way of dealing with it is consuming it.

Eat it.

3:11 AM  
Blogger La Tulipe said...

Yessss. The peanut brittle has had a Small Triumph.

3:38 PM  

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