Pushing Thirty

and shedding pretentions

Elegaic Pear.

Once every other ice age I enjoy a delicious pear.

It’s your fickle ripening: you have no mood between “impervious” and “brown mush.” Who would you expect to put up with such violent swings? Who?

I’m not saying it can’t work, I’m just saying we need a break. Because, frankly, pear–

I’m tired.

June 23, 2008 Posted by | foodie | Leave a comment

Fudgee Elegaic

As the fast approaches, I feel I need to say a few formal goodbyes.

I took a gamble, Fudgee.

I trusted the Nabisco name, and their alien helmet logo.

I thought anything-oreo was a recipe for ‘delicious.’

I’m used too eating way too many (classics, or double stuffed, or holiday colors) in one sitting, but you, Fudgee–

you inspire continence.


June 22, 2008 Posted by | foodie | Leave a comment