pasta for all

there is something about pasta in almost any form that is so very comforting (or is it genetic?), whether in soup or baked with cheese and sauce (which leads to the doughy goodness of pizza, but that's another delish-us-ness) or just about any way you cook it (raw, even) there is just something so good for the soul (or whatever is in there) in the stuff... maybe it's bullsugar!...

barley too, but maybe that's just me...

nuts

I have been wondering of late about mixed nuts, specifically about the ratio of one type of nut to the other in the mixture… for instance, is the ratio regionally dependant… do the nut mixes have more of one of the other type of nut if a certain kind of nut grows more prevalently in a given location?... if we looked at the contents of a box of nuts from france, for instance, would it be consitutionally different than a box of nuts from china?... would there be differences in the constituency of nuts from north korea, india, iraq, isreal, south africa, new zealand, canada, or chile?... I think someone should travel the world to explore the many different varieties of nuts and see how they mix…

caffiene and chocolate

and crackers and cheese spread and shrimp and meatballs and sausages in barbecue sauce and six different fruits and six different veggies and five different dips and six different crackers and six different chips and five different sodas and three different champagnes and several different beers and brie and ice pops and fudge pops and pistachio nuts and more... that's part of the menu for tonight... better fast today, aye?... did i mention four different lindt chocolates?... hey, we're getting the blogs confused again, but at least the upbeat is back, double aye? (aa, almost a fonz)... hi ho :)

that's what it's all about

the latest in a long line of snack-fueled babbling literally reflecting the intense longing or cavelier apathy (with the occasional parenthetic ambivalence) born (or perhaps borne) of impulsive self-satisfactions and periodic boredom, but most of all, the eternal flame of hopelessly hopeful romance (or something like that)...

yeah, anyway, every day something happens...

mostly bullsugar...

narf.