Right now, Dan's blog is all messed up. Perhaps he is having fun with his brothers and not worrying about his blog, which would be a good thing, so I don't really mind all that much. He should know, however, that his breakfast is shown twice, but under two different dates a month apart.
1 apple, 1 bana, 1 odwalla fruit bar. Very fruity. Apples and bananas are two fruits, neither of which are my favorite. I am currently wondering if Odwalla bars are dry. Granola bars are delish, but not when they're totally dry and crumbly like those Nature Valley ones, naw mean? I know that DG doesn't care at all about his food being dry, since he never moistens it with a condiment, so this question is necessary. As for me, if I ever mention eating a granola bar, you can rest assured it wasn't all dry and oaty. Odwalla is owned by Coke. Also, Daniel neglected to note which flavor his fruit bar was. There are many varieties.
The whole bloody mary and ginger ale thing with planes doesn't mean anything or make any sense to me. Basically, any food/drink consumed on a plane is a mixed blessing. A mid-flight refreshment is an enjoyable experience in that it gives you something to do, and it may or may not revitalize/replenish you. However, I really hate trying to enjoy this tiny snack in the tiny space into which I am squeezed, all the while hoping that the small cup indentation will do its job and keep my flimsy plastic cup in place. Also, after I finish the refreshments, I very much loathe having to wait for the steward to come collect my garbage.
Gumbo, fried oysters...bleh. I'll spare you my redundant comments on seafood. I would not visit New Orleans, based solely on the fact that I'm uninterested in its cuisine. Also, heat.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
A Fancy Affair; or: Dan's Dinner of Delight
First of all, I am confused by Dan's afternoon post, the one with the bagel. Mr Ross Goldberg documents that he consumed, "1 Bagel With Cheese and GrapeRoma Tomatoes+ American Cheese." Was the first cheese of the cream variety? If not, why list cheese twice? Also, why does he first use "and" to indicate the addition of tomatoes with this meal, and an addition sign, or a plus, to explain the inclusion of American cheese? Finally, what is a GrapeRoma tomato? I know I am on the internet and all, but w/e. I know of Grape tomatoes, and I know of Roma tomatoes, and anything in between seems like it should have a different name. Clearly this snack left me more confused than anything. Also if it was a plain bagel, :( Bagels should always be flava'd imo.
I'm not really " 'down with" ' " meat with fruit. AKA Salmon + blueberries. One time, I had some fish topped with breadcrumbs and goat cheese + strawberries, and it was f-ing nassty. It may have been the chevre, though, because as far as goat cheese goes, I'm only okay with feta. Also, both chevre and feta are, as previously stated, cheeses from goat's milk, but did you know that chevre is just french for goat? I find that sort of silly. Maybe places are just being really vague when they refer to their cheese as chevre...
Anywho, if you will recall, I had mentioned how DRG and HCS are polar opposites when it comes to their tastes. This post supports this statement yet again. Dr. G says that he ordered the french onion soup just for the cheese. You may also recall my passing distaste for mass quantities of melted cheese masses. To this day I cannot tolerate the cheese layer on FOS, especially with the revolting soggy bread lurking unseen beneath. So, Daniel orders FOS specifically for the cheese, whereas I politely ask for FOS WITHOUT both cheese and sogged breads.
Continuing on... almond coated salmon: I could go either way; blueberry compote: compost; garlic mashed potatoes: A+; asparagus: only good on rare occasions; 1 shrimp: you know; Root beer: very delish and very Dan.
His later snacks again included the mysterious GrapeRoma tomatoes with no space, more blueberry things, and Terra Blue Chips. Terra makes some good other chips, but I don't feel like looking up what they are called. Fruit on the bottom yogurt is really incredibly good to me, and was a staple during my middle school years. It is another thing I wouldn't expect Dr G to eat.
I'm not really " 'down with" ' " meat with fruit. AKA Salmon + blueberries. One time, I had some fish topped with breadcrumbs and goat cheese + strawberries, and it was f-ing nassty. It may have been the chevre, though, because as far as goat cheese goes, I'm only okay with feta. Also, both chevre and feta are, as previously stated, cheeses from goat's milk, but did you know that chevre is just french for goat? I find that sort of silly. Maybe places are just being really vague when they refer to their cheese as chevre...
Anywho, if you will recall, I had mentioned how DRG and HCS are polar opposites when it comes to their tastes. This post supports this statement yet again. Dr. G says that he ordered the french onion soup just for the cheese. You may also recall my passing distaste for mass quantities of melted cheese masses. To this day I cannot tolerate the cheese layer on FOS, especially with the revolting soggy bread lurking unseen beneath. So, Daniel orders FOS specifically for the cheese, whereas I politely ask for FOS WITHOUT both cheese and sogged breads.
Continuing on... almond coated salmon: I could go either way; blueberry compote: compost; garlic mashed potatoes: A+; asparagus: only good on rare occasions; 1 shrimp: you know; Root beer: very delish and very Dan.
His later snacks again included the mysterious GrapeRoma tomatoes with no space, more blueberry things, and Terra Blue Chips. Terra makes some good other chips, but I don't feel like looking up what they are called. Fruit on the bottom yogurt is really incredibly good to me, and was a staple during my middle school years. It is another thing I wouldn't expect Dr G to eat.
Hot Dog of Fat
Dan's dinner sounds like a backyard cookout, mmm. I wouldn't have imagined that he would eat baked beans, but he is just full of surprises. Also surprising is the amount of fat in that hot dog, am I right!
The next update Dan made is pretty ridiculous. I will not be watching that video, probably, because performances are boring even when they are by Joanna Newsom. The only performances I really like are movies, and people dancing in a non-lame style, like crumping. Examples of lame dancing styles include waltzes, ballet, jazz, and interpretive.
Goya, empanada, and boca. These are all spanish words. I guess DG is really getting into South Florida's latin flavor. What is an empanada, and could Danny be drinking too much pear nectar...
The next update Dan made is pretty ridiculous. I will not be watching that video, probably, because performances are boring even when they are by Joanna Newsom. The only performances I really like are movies, and people dancing in a non-lame style, like crumping. Examples of lame dancing styles include waltzes, ballet, jazz, and interpretive.
Goya, empanada, and boca. These are all spanish words. I guess DG is really getting into South Florida's latin flavor. What is an empanada, and could Danny be drinking too much pear nectar...
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Daniel has Risen
I'm pretty excited we are all getting in on the grocery story sampling.
I admire Dan's fashion of eating brownie bites: 2 per snack. This is undeniably chaste, and I could definitely not limit myself to only a pair of them, if I had somehow made the mistakes of 1) being around brownie bites and 2) allowing myself to begin consumption of them.
When Daniel awoke today he decided to have his mom's leftovers, and some fruit-stuffs. Most of you know about my general distaste for seafood, and this pizza definitely qualifies as something that I would Not Eat. Also, scampi is a really crappy word, and I think it just means "with some butter shit." Actually, I looked up scampi and it means shrimp, basically. I found some interesting stuff about it, seen here.
Dan, please go back in time and eat a peach instead of that single cherry (why D. Ross only ate one cherry, I am not aware). This way, when you listed the items, there would be a peach, a plum, and a pear nectar, and we all know where I am going with this.
It doesn't surprise me that Dan's favenectar is pear, because I think this is one of the crappier flavors and in general it seems that Danny's and my tastes are completely divergent.
I admire Dan's fashion of eating brownie bites: 2 per snack. This is undeniably chaste, and I could definitely not limit myself to only a pair of them, if I had somehow made the mistakes of 1) being around brownie bites and 2) allowing myself to begin consumption of them.
When Daniel awoke today he decided to have his mom's leftovers, and some fruit-stuffs. Most of you know about my general distaste for seafood, and this pizza definitely qualifies as something that I would Not Eat. Also, scampi is a really crappy word, and I think it just means "with some butter shit." Actually, I looked up scampi and it means shrimp, basically. I found some interesting stuff about it, seen here.
Dan, please go back in time and eat a peach instead of that single cherry (why D. Ross only ate one cherry, I am not aware). This way, when you listed the items, there would be a peach, a plum, and a pear nectar, and we all know where I am going with this.
It doesn't surprise me that Dan's favenectar is pear, because I think this is one of the crappier flavors and in general it seems that Danny's and my tastes are completely divergent.
10th of Jew-Lie
I really didn't realize there was such a difference between v8 and tomato juice. v8 is good; i used to get it from the c-store in miami and can remember one specific instance drinking it on my way back down the path, at sunset, to my old room in that dorm, whatever it was called, with audrey. dan's talk about 'certain tastebuds' sounds like crazy talk. maybe he is a super-taster, after all. whatever, the main point is that i'm just happy it wasn't clamato.
cold garlic roll is :( but whatever i've learned to accept these things from dan now. i'm just happy he's eating and it's not clamato.
oh, cpk, yum. i would like some pizza. usually when i go to cpk i order this fusilli, though. i will only eat certain pasta shapes and fusilli is one of them. it seems suspect that dan's mother suggested indian but then backed out of it once his interest was piqued.
this post blows tonight but i am pretty tired, so what-ev-er
cold garlic roll is :( but whatever i've learned to accept these things from dan now. i'm just happy he's eating and it's not clamato.
oh, cpk, yum. i would like some pizza. usually when i go to cpk i order this fusilli, though. i will only eat certain pasta shapes and fusilli is one of them. it seems suspect that dan's mother suggested indian but then backed out of it once his interest was piqued.
this post blows tonight but i am pretty tired, so what-ev-er
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Denny's Delight
Wow, this is by far Dan's best meal yet. I love Denny's, but there are still things available on the menu I would never order. Danny, however, managed to order two things of which I approve wholeheartedly.
I am greatly pleased that Dan will drink milkshakes nowadays, and downright tickled that he is experiencing cravings for them. That is basically how I feel, all the time: like I want a milkshake. He should realize that their viscosity is what makes them good, and that they taste like melted ice cream and that melted ice cream is something which is undeniably delicious. I must find out what variety of shake he got.
Mozzarella sticks: I approve of these even more. There was definitely a time in my life where large quantities of melted cheese grossed me out, but thankfully my love of anything fried enabled me to always enjoy mozzarella sticks. I mention this, though, because my mother also has this occasional aversion to too much melted cheese, so when I think of picky eaters (Dan), I sort of assume that he should dislike lots of melted cheese. This logic isn't entirely sound. It definitely has to do with the texture, but apparently this is a texture that is not difficult for Daniel to deal with. Either way, this is the type of meal I would have for every meal of my life, if I could.
Also, I believe that Dan should stubbornly refuse to admit that the restaurant is known as Denny's, and instead refer to it only as Danny's.
I am greatly pleased that Dan will drink milkshakes nowadays, and downright tickled that he is experiencing cravings for them. That is basically how I feel, all the time: like I want a milkshake. He should realize that their viscosity is what makes them good, and that they taste like melted ice cream and that melted ice cream is something which is undeniably delicious. I must find out what variety of shake he got.
Mozzarella sticks: I approve of these even more. There was definitely a time in my life where large quantities of melted cheese grossed me out, but thankfully my love of anything fried enabled me to always enjoy mozzarella sticks. I mention this, though, because my mother also has this occasional aversion to too much melted cheese, so when I think of picky eaters (Dan), I sort of assume that he should dislike lots of melted cheese. This logic isn't entirely sound. It definitely has to do with the texture, but apparently this is a texture that is not difficult for Daniel to deal with. Either way, this is the type of meal I would have for every meal of my life, if I could.
Also, I believe that Dan should stubbornly refuse to admit that the restaurant is known as Denny's, and instead refer to it only as Danny's.
Evening of July 9th
In general, I am pretty satisfied with Dan's food consumption today. I think he got foods from all the food groups, and it seems that an adequate number of calories were taken in. I believe that maybe Dan eats better at his parents' home, where there is ample food for him and a mother fixing things for him occasionally.
I am definitely curious about the peach smoothie. It sounds good, and reminds me that I have been meaning to make some smoothies lately. I want to know more about it, though. Was it homemade, or did it come in a bottle? If store-bought, I am curious about its brand.
A boca burger on Wonderbread makes me sad. It reminds me of how sad and dry things are without condiments, and how easily the less than thrilling burger/bread combo could have been improved/wetted. Also, using Wonderbread as a bun = ghetto.
The coconut popsicle is indeed intriguing. I cannot imagine its taste. I also don't understand how blueberries maintain DG's attention, because to me they are somewhat bland as far as fruits go. Maybe I need to refresh my conception of blueberries, though, as I previously noted.
I am definitely curious about the peach smoothie. It sounds good, and reminds me that I have been meaning to make some smoothies lately. I want to know more about it, though. Was it homemade, or did it come in a bottle? If store-bought, I am curious about its brand.
A boca burger on Wonderbread makes me sad. It reminds me of how sad and dry things are without condiments, and how easily the less than thrilling burger/bread combo could have been improved/wetted. Also, using Wonderbread as a bun = ghetto.
The coconut popsicle is indeed intriguing. I cannot imagine its taste. I also don't understand how blueberries maintain DG's attention, because to me they are somewhat bland as far as fruits go. Maybe I need to refresh my conception of blueberries, though, as I previously noted.
Ongoing Condiment Discussion
I definitely appreciated Dan's well-written and lengthy response post. I am glad that he has taken the time to acknowledge and consider my blog.
I was happy to hear more stories about the sources of Daniel's negative feelings on condiments. The story about Mr. Parsons, his 5th grade teacher, saying that mayonnaise was pointless and served only to clog arteries was one of them. I am shocked to learn that an adult would utter such a completely subjective statement around so many impressionable young minds. First of all, even if Mr. Parsons disliked mayonnaise, he must have been able to recognize its value, at the very least, as a relief for others from dry sandwiches. Secondly, many foods clog arteries, and to my knowledge he made no such attacks on them.
Also intriguing is Dan's admission that perhaps his views on condiments have been influenced by factors outside of their control: his disgust with tuna fish, his odd aversion to the words mayonnaise, dressing, and relish, and his stubbornness and refusal to submit to the wishes of others for him to enjoy condiments. He notes that he enjoys the attention that his phobia brings him and that it serves as conversation fuel. All of these things are very relevant to his unsettling dislike of most things condiment related. Though they still don't entirely offer a satisfying explanation, they certainly soothe my mind and help me fuel my hypothesis that Dan's dislike of condiments is more in his head than his tastebuds, and this is very much what I want to believe.
Still frustrating, though, is Daniel's lack of rules when it comes to what he likes and what he finds downright repulsive. It is, as he says, arbitrary, and this annoys me very much, because in the fact that his tastes are arbitrary, I can see potential: the potential to like condiments. Surely this potential exists, it must, because it makes absolutely no sense that Dan would love buffalo sauce and not ketchup, vinaigrette but no other dressings, unless his phobia was, as I hypothesized, entirely imagined. Sadly though, I believe this great potential will never be realized.
Daniel has asked me to reveal my sources for my statement that a childhood dislike/distrust of condiments is common. This statement is pretty made up, but my point was that children are very commonly very picky, and I have personally observed many of them disliking mayonnaise, relish, and most salad dressing. Ketchup, however, I think they usually like.
Knowing Dan Ross G, I actually never would have expected him to notice a door knob covered in shaving cream. Child-Hilary certainly would have, but I expected that young Danny's head was far too filled with Hoop Dreams to notice small things in the physical world around him like his hand going onto a booby-trapped door knob. I asked the question, "How could you not?", because though I knew Danny wouldn't have noticed, I just can't imagine not noticing. Still, though, since I already know that is just how Dan is, I was sort of being a jerk by asking this question. I do not regret doing so, though.
Reading Dan's carefully considered posts, I began to reflect on what it is that provokes such a strong reactions, in others, to his rejection of condiments. I think it is because most people think condiments are really good, and that they greatly increase the enjoyment of whatever it is they are topping. They definitely also make a dry meal less dry, a feature I appreciate. I myself am generally a condiment fan, but as I thought about it, I realized I use them almost never. Ketchup and mustard go on boiled hot dogs, but not on grilled hot dogs. I would never use mayo, relish, or sour cream, although I like all three and they do not keep me from eating items at restaurants that somehow incorporate them. I didn't even discover that I liked cream cheese until college, and though now I love it, I avoid it because of its unhealthiness. I suppose I find it humorous that I am so adamant that Dan should like condiments when I do not even utilize them that often. However, I should note that this does NOT apply to salad dressings. I love salad dressing, and can't think of any variety that I do not enjoy. I don't even like salads very much, or veggie subs, but I eat both fairly often because they serve as vehicles for yummy dressings. In fact, I realized several moments ago that the only food and drink in my refrigerator is old bread, banana peppers, an onion, and a 6 pack of Sparks. There are, however, 7 bottles of various salad dressings, all of which are used regularly.
I was happy to hear more stories about the sources of Daniel's negative feelings on condiments. The story about Mr. Parsons, his 5th grade teacher, saying that mayonnaise was pointless and served only to clog arteries was one of them. I am shocked to learn that an adult would utter such a completely subjective statement around so many impressionable young minds. First of all, even if Mr. Parsons disliked mayonnaise, he must have been able to recognize its value, at the very least, as a relief for others from dry sandwiches. Secondly, many foods clog arteries, and to my knowledge he made no such attacks on them.
Also intriguing is Dan's admission that perhaps his views on condiments have been influenced by factors outside of their control: his disgust with tuna fish, his odd aversion to the words mayonnaise, dressing, and relish, and his stubbornness and refusal to submit to the wishes of others for him to enjoy condiments. He notes that he enjoys the attention that his phobia brings him and that it serves as conversation fuel. All of these things are very relevant to his unsettling dislike of most things condiment related. Though they still don't entirely offer a satisfying explanation, they certainly soothe my mind and help me fuel my hypothesis that Dan's dislike of condiments is more in his head than his tastebuds, and this is very much what I want to believe.
Still frustrating, though, is Daniel's lack of rules when it comes to what he likes and what he finds downright repulsive. It is, as he says, arbitrary, and this annoys me very much, because in the fact that his tastes are arbitrary, I can see potential: the potential to like condiments. Surely this potential exists, it must, because it makes absolutely no sense that Dan would love buffalo sauce and not ketchup, vinaigrette but no other dressings, unless his phobia was, as I hypothesized, entirely imagined. Sadly though, I believe this great potential will never be realized.
Daniel has asked me to reveal my sources for my statement that a childhood dislike/distrust of condiments is common. This statement is pretty made up, but my point was that children are very commonly very picky, and I have personally observed many of them disliking mayonnaise, relish, and most salad dressing. Ketchup, however, I think they usually like.
Knowing Dan Ross G, I actually never would have expected him to notice a door knob covered in shaving cream. Child-Hilary certainly would have, but I expected that young Danny's head was far too filled with Hoop Dreams to notice small things in the physical world around him like his hand going onto a booby-trapped door knob. I asked the question, "How could you not?", because though I knew Danny wouldn't have noticed, I just can't imagine not noticing. Still, though, since I already know that is just how Dan is, I was sort of being a jerk by asking this question. I do not regret doing so, though.
Reading Dan's carefully considered posts, I began to reflect on what it is that provokes such a strong reactions, in others, to his rejection of condiments. I think it is because most people think condiments are really good, and that they greatly increase the enjoyment of whatever it is they are topping. They definitely also make a dry meal less dry, a feature I appreciate. I myself am generally a condiment fan, but as I thought about it, I realized I use them almost never. Ketchup and mustard go on boiled hot dogs, but not on grilled hot dogs. I would never use mayo, relish, or sour cream, although I like all three and they do not keep me from eating items at restaurants that somehow incorporate them. I didn't even discover that I liked cream cheese until college, and though now I love it, I avoid it because of its unhealthiness. I suppose I find it humorous that I am so adamant that Dan should like condiments when I do not even utilize them that often. However, I should note that this does NOT apply to salad dressings. I love salad dressing, and can't think of any variety that I do not enjoy. I don't even like salads very much, or veggie subs, but I eat both fairly often because they serve as vehicles for yummy dressings. In fact, I realized several moments ago that the only food and drink in my refrigerator is old bread, banana peppers, an onion, and a 6 pack of Sparks. There are, however, 7 bottles of various salad dressings, all of which are used regularly.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Danny's Got the Blueberries.
July 9th.
How do I Feel about blueberries? Hm, this is a good question. I love fruit, and eat a lot of it. I have actually wondered if there are any fruits I dislike, and while the jury is still out on that, I do know that blueberries do not impress me all that much. It is extremely disappointing to me that they aren't blue inside, and I distrust their sort of mottled, chalky blue skin. However, I would reckon that I haven't had very ripe fresh blueberries in probably some time, so the idea I have of their taste is either bland or too sour. I do like the Post Morning Selects cereal Blueberry Morning, but that is neither Here nor There.
Daniel had blueberries many times today and I realized in reflecting on this that they are not something I would guess Dan was a big fan of. At best I would have wagered that Dan's feelings on blueberries were "ambivalent." I wonder if he became sick of them, as I usually get sick of things.
Homemade waffles, albeit reheated, sound delicious. I was extremely shocked to read that Danny refers to the square depressions in waffles as 'syrup holes.' I always say, 'square depressions,' or 'depressed areas of squarish shape.' Although I might doubt that waffles have this texture for the express reason of holding syrup, since pancakes do not and syrup coats them just as often as it does waffles, they do certainly perform as syrup holders exceptionally well, meaning that I approve of this appellation.
Also, I was impressed by Dansmom's attention to detail, as she placed a blueberry in each of the waffles' depressed areas of squarish shape. This is something I can easily imagine myself doing.
It is also important to note that I am happy Dan is getting his Omega 3's, and that a response to his response to my response on his condimennation is in the near future.
How do I Feel about blueberries? Hm, this is a good question. I love fruit, and eat a lot of it. I have actually wondered if there are any fruits I dislike, and while the jury is still out on that, I do know that blueberries do not impress me all that much. It is extremely disappointing to me that they aren't blue inside, and I distrust their sort of mottled, chalky blue skin. However, I would reckon that I haven't had very ripe fresh blueberries in probably some time, so the idea I have of their taste is either bland or too sour. I do like the Post Morning Selects cereal Blueberry Morning, but that is neither Here nor There.
Daniel had blueberries many times today and I realized in reflecting on this that they are not something I would guess Dan was a big fan of. At best I would have wagered that Dan's feelings on blueberries were "ambivalent." I wonder if he became sick of them, as I usually get sick of things.
Homemade waffles, albeit reheated, sound delicious. I was extremely shocked to read that Danny refers to the square depressions in waffles as 'syrup holes.' I always say, 'square depressions,' or 'depressed areas of squarish shape.' Although I might doubt that waffles have this texture for the express reason of holding syrup, since pancakes do not and syrup coats them just as often as it does waffles, they do certainly perform as syrup holders exceptionally well, meaning that I approve of this appellation.
Also, I was impressed by Dansmom's attention to detail, as she placed a blueberry in each of the waffles' depressed areas of squarish shape. This is something I can easily imagine myself doing.
It is also important to note that I am happy Dan is getting his Omega 3's, and that a response to his response to my response on his condimennation is in the near future.
Daniel Ran into Some Problems on July 8th, 2007.
It is quite lamentable that I have so much to reflect on. D. Ross posted yesterday's posts somewhat retroactively, and then I was busy, so I apologize for the delay. Nonetheless I now have taken care of all other priorities and can devote myself to posting a very thorough reflection on dan's food blog's recent posts.
The Sunchy Pasteurized Peach Nectar Post
I was very sympathetic to Daniel's foodless journey back to his home. I feel almost certain that if I had been present in this situation, things would have been Much Different. First of all, Daniel RG would have already eaten something other than a single Tum earlier that day. In the quite unlikely event that evening-time had come and I had for some reason neglected to remind Dan that he had not eaten this day, I'm quite sure that I would have realized this before his trip and given him some lunch money. He did note that he knew ahead of time that the cafeteria would be closed allowing to the fact that it was Sunday, so I would have thought he would have prepared himself for other options, but perhaps he was unawares that the ice cream truck did not accept plastic.
That said, I was pleased to see that Daniel again indulged in a nectar, this time of the peach variety: one of my favorites. When I read that the can wished the drinker "a very sunchy day," I was under the impression that this was some sort of foreign based company who had made up an english word. I thought all day today about what sunchy was supposed to mean. Scrunchy? Crunchy? Sundry? None of these made any sense, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that I was baffled. However, I googled Sunchy just prior to beginning this post, and found that it is actually a brand. Initially, upon discovering this, I felt stupid, but eventually that feeling faded and was replaced by a sort of flat disappointment. To me, this would be like wishing someone "a hilary day," which is completely meaningless.
Chicken Parmigiana, Again!
Dan expressed concern that we might label him a Chicken Parmigiana freak, but I did not think about that at all. It is still very unfortunate that his parents bought him this, given that he had recently had a version of said sandwich that he had found to be very booty. Today I had time to ruminate on Chicken Parmigiana, and I realized it is somewhat of an enigma to me. Some things are very familiar to me, in my head, somehow, and I usually envision both a color and/or image and a taste. For instance, when I think of Mesquite Chicken, I think of a sort of yellowy-orange color, and kind of imagine knowing that taste. Chicken Parmigiana does not do this for me. I guess if I had to, I would think of a sprig of some sort of herb. I came to the realization that I wasn't even 100% sure of what the sandwich consisted, so I looked it up. I needn't have worried, because my guess turned out to be 110% accurate. I have never had chicken parmigiana nor is it something I would pay much attention to on a menu, and frankly breaded chicken and tomato sauce seem an unlikely pair to me. I can't even imagine how this would really taste, so in the near future I hope to experience it.
Also, what is Stracciatella soup, I do not know. I haven't heard of it and my guess is that it involves pasta and a tomatoey broth. It has just come to my attention that DanRoss spelled superb "souperb," further indication that he is, in fact, a comic genius.
The Sunchy Pasteurized Peach Nectar Post
I was very sympathetic to Daniel's foodless journey back to his home. I feel almost certain that if I had been present in this situation, things would have been Much Different. First of all, Daniel RG would have already eaten something other than a single Tum earlier that day. In the quite unlikely event that evening-time had come and I had for some reason neglected to remind Dan that he had not eaten this day, I'm quite sure that I would have realized this before his trip and given him some lunch money. He did note that he knew ahead of time that the cafeteria would be closed allowing to the fact that it was Sunday, so I would have thought he would have prepared himself for other options, but perhaps he was unawares that the ice cream truck did not accept plastic.
That said, I was pleased to see that Daniel again indulged in a nectar, this time of the peach variety: one of my favorites. When I read that the can wished the drinker "a very sunchy day," I was under the impression that this was some sort of foreign based company who had made up an english word. I thought all day today about what sunchy was supposed to mean. Scrunchy? Crunchy? Sundry? None of these made any sense, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that I was baffled. However, I googled Sunchy just prior to beginning this post, and found that it is actually a brand. Initially, upon discovering this, I felt stupid, but eventually that feeling faded and was replaced by a sort of flat disappointment. To me, this would be like wishing someone "a hilary day," which is completely meaningless.
Chicken Parmigiana, Again!
Dan expressed concern that we might label him a Chicken Parmigiana freak, but I did not think about that at all. It is still very unfortunate that his parents bought him this, given that he had recently had a version of said sandwich that he had found to be very booty. Today I had time to ruminate on Chicken Parmigiana, and I realized it is somewhat of an enigma to me. Some things are very familiar to me, in my head, somehow, and I usually envision both a color and/or image and a taste. For instance, when I think of Mesquite Chicken, I think of a sort of yellowy-orange color, and kind of imagine knowing that taste. Chicken Parmigiana does not do this for me. I guess if I had to, I would think of a sprig of some sort of herb. I came to the realization that I wasn't even 100% sure of what the sandwich consisted, so I looked it up. I needn't have worried, because my guess turned out to be 110% accurate. I have never had chicken parmigiana nor is it something I would pay much attention to on a menu, and frankly breaded chicken and tomato sauce seem an unlikely pair to me. I can't even imagine how this would really taste, so in the near future I hope to experience it.
Also, what is Stracciatella soup, I do not know. I haven't heard of it and my guess is that it involves pasta and a tomatoey broth. It has just come to my attention that DanRoss spelled superb "souperb," further indication that he is, in fact, a comic genius.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
A Confrontation of the Condiment Condemnation
Daniel Ross has just put up a lengthy new post concerning his extreme aversion to most things he classifies as a condiment.
I have many thoughts regarding this new posting, but more importantly are the questions I have after reading it. Perhaps the most unsatisfying thing for me as the reader of this blog was the fact that I felt like Dan left unanswered the question of why he has such an intense fear of what I find mostly enjoyable food accessories.
I think that my disappointment is due to the fact that I was under the impression that Dan was about to reveal the reasons behind his fears. In his second paragraph, he briefly notes that one reason he is afraid of ketchup is that as a child it reminded him of blood. His next sentence tells us, however, that "this does not explain everything." Between that very suspenseful sentence and the fact that he starts telling us a story, beginning with his childhood, I feel I was led to believe he would continue exploring the reasons occurring throughout his life that led him to develop this ludicrous phobia.
As I moved from the second paragraph to the third, I had sensed some definite foreshadowing, and felt the suspense building. I was excited to watch Dan delve into the myriad possible contributing factors to his fear of dressings and mustard and mayo. He states his main fears: ketchup, shaving cream, and monsters. His fear of ketchup we already somewhat understand from having read the second paragraph, his fear of monsters is something pretty obligatory for a child, and his fear of shaving cream is later addressed in the posting. He goes on to say, however, that he also feared 'salad dressing in all of its forms, mustard, and mayonnaise,' and then doesn't even begin to let us know why he would actually fear such beneficial things. I can understand disliking them, especially as a child, but a fear seems completely unwarranted, and he doesn't even 'go there.'
Whilst I am on the subject of Dan's supposed fear of salad dressing in all of its forms, I must note that I know for a fact that Dan enjoys Subway's Red Wine Vinaigrette. This is most definitely a salad dressing, and he not only does not fear it, but he likes it. This leads me to believe that Dan is a dramatic and exaggerating individual and that for this reason he has blown up out of proportion a common childhood dislike/distrust of condiments.
Another question that the posting raises is how Dan did not notice that his brother had slathered shaving cream all over his door handle. How could one not notice this? How could one not see that, especially during childhood, when one's range of vision is much closer to the height of a standard door handle? I do not understand.
Lastly, despite my criticisms of the post, and the immense joy it would bring me if Dan were to enjoy some of these condiments he hates, he should rest assured that I would never try to trick him into eating them. Partly this is because I know he employs rigorous testing techniques, but also because as a friend I do grudgingly accept the sad fact that Dan will not eat these things, some of which I know truly are delicious. I accept it even if I do not understand it, even though I find it ridiculous.
I have many thoughts regarding this new posting, but more importantly are the questions I have after reading it. Perhaps the most unsatisfying thing for me as the reader of this blog was the fact that I felt like Dan left unanswered the question of why he has such an intense fear of what I find mostly enjoyable food accessories.
I think that my disappointment is due to the fact that I was under the impression that Dan was about to reveal the reasons behind his fears. In his second paragraph, he briefly notes that one reason he is afraid of ketchup is that as a child it reminded him of blood. His next sentence tells us, however, that "this does not explain everything." Between that very suspenseful sentence and the fact that he starts telling us a story, beginning with his childhood, I feel I was led to believe he would continue exploring the reasons occurring throughout his life that led him to develop this ludicrous phobia.
As I moved from the second paragraph to the third, I had sensed some definite foreshadowing, and felt the suspense building. I was excited to watch Dan delve into the myriad possible contributing factors to his fear of dressings and mustard and mayo. He states his main fears: ketchup, shaving cream, and monsters. His fear of ketchup we already somewhat understand from having read the second paragraph, his fear of monsters is something pretty obligatory for a child, and his fear of shaving cream is later addressed in the posting. He goes on to say, however, that he also feared 'salad dressing in all of its forms, mustard, and mayonnaise,' and then doesn't even begin to let us know why he would actually fear such beneficial things. I can understand disliking them, especially as a child, but a fear seems completely unwarranted, and he doesn't even 'go there.'
Whilst I am on the subject of Dan's supposed fear of salad dressing in all of its forms, I must note that I know for a fact that Dan enjoys Subway's Red Wine Vinaigrette. This is most definitely a salad dressing, and he not only does not fear it, but he likes it. This leads me to believe that Dan is a dramatic and exaggerating individual and that for this reason he has blown up out of proportion a common childhood dislike/distrust of condiments.
Another question that the posting raises is how Dan did not notice that his brother had slathered shaving cream all over his door handle. How could one not notice this? How could one not see that, especially during childhood, when one's range of vision is much closer to the height of a standard door handle? I do not understand.
Lastly, despite my criticisms of the post, and the immense joy it would bring me if Dan were to enjoy some of these condiments he hates, he should rest assured that I would never try to trick him into eating them. Partly this is because I know he employs rigorous testing techniques, but also because as a friend I do grudgingly accept the sad fact that Dan will not eat these things, some of which I know truly are delicious. I accept it even if I do not understand it, even though I find it ridiculous.
Jew hot dogs
Stephan gave Dan a hot dog. I doubt that this was enough for Dan. Hopefully there was at least a potato bun to accompany this meager snack. If there had been a bun, I would have expected such an accoutrement to have been noted.
I like to envision Dan slouching Dan-style in a chair, one hand with a firm grip on the coffee cup resting on his knee, the other, also resting on his knee, gingerly holding the bare, plain hot dog upright by one end. In this situation he is looking at Stephan (who is talking), nodding and saying, "Yeah." I couldn't help but then imagine him stirring his cafe bustelo with that naked hot dog, nodding very mock-seriously, but it is unlikely that this part transpired.
I wondered then if Dan liked honey, or cottage cheese. The results are not yet in.
I like to envision Dan slouching Dan-style in a chair, one hand with a firm grip on the coffee cup resting on his knee, the other, also resting on his knee, gingerly holding the bare, plain hot dog upright by one end. In this situation he is looking at Stephan (who is talking), nodding and saying, "Yeah." I couldn't help but then imagine him stirring his cafe bustelo with that naked hot dog, nodding very mock-seriously, but it is unlikely that this part transpired.
I wondered then if Dan liked honey, or cottage cheese. The results are not yet in.
Nasty Sub
Dan has consumed a chicken parmigiana sub along with a soda-pop. While I am happy that he has eaten some more, I regret that it was something he found poorly made, tough, and stringy. I want to know where he got this nasty sub.
I guess I am surprised that Miami doesn't have more available late night. I find it sort of hard to believe, but then again one time Stephan and I wandered downtown Miami for hours looking for food, and that was in the middle of the day. Dan was in Coral Gables, I think, though, at the time of this ingestion. I don't know. I am happy that I can go to Harris Teeter all night long, but going to a grocery store means either buying snacks, or buying ingredients and taking the time to cook yourself a meal. In general, I think that Miami is superior to Raleigh in every single way, so as a result I figure there must be some more options than Dan realizes, perhaps.
I guess I am surprised that Miami doesn't have more available late night. I find it sort of hard to believe, but then again one time Stephan and I wandered downtown Miami for hours looking for food, and that was in the middle of the day. Dan was in Coral Gables, I think, though, at the time of this ingestion. I don't know. I am happy that I can go to Harris Teeter all night long, but going to a grocery store means either buying snacks, or buying ingredients and taking the time to cook yourself a meal. In general, I think that Miami is superior to Raleigh in every single way, so as a result I figure there must be some more options than Dan realizes, perhaps.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
danorexic
Dan did not eat today until 8:00 pm, and then it was just a measly sandwich, which I find unacceptable. I want to know the reasons for this. Dan may not notice being hungry all that often but he is 21 years old now, and I think that he should know that he should be eating throughout the day. Even worse, Dan was not alone today. Someone should have stepped up and fed him.
Secondly, I do not approve of TGI Friday's. That said, I might be lenient in judging the Tuscan chicken sandwich; said leniency is based entirely on the fact that the word Tuscan is preceding chicken sandwich.
I am really disappointed in Dan for not eating the pepper soup. What did he think it was going to be like? And why, upon discovering that it was not to his liking, did he not order something else, since the previously mentioned sandwich was not "completely filling"?
I am wondering why Dan ate two tums. For the benefits of the calcium? Because he was hungry? Or maybe he had a tummy-ache? Tums disgust me, unless they are the fruity kind.
Despite my numerous critiques (most of which are based on the fact that I care about Daniel Ross and wish he would eat more/more often/better), this has probably been his best blog entry yet. I relished hearing the details of his ingenious mayo test, and was amused by the self-consciousness he is feeling, when ordering, as a result of "the growing popularity" of his blog.
Secondly, I do not approve of TGI Friday's. That said, I might be lenient in judging the Tuscan chicken sandwich; said leniency is based entirely on the fact that the word Tuscan is preceding chicken sandwich.
I am really disappointed in Dan for not eating the pepper soup. What did he think it was going to be like? And why, upon discovering that it was not to his liking, did he not order something else, since the previously mentioned sandwich was not "completely filling"?
I am wondering why Dan ate two tums. For the benefits of the calcium? Because he was hungry? Or maybe he had a tummy-ache? Tums disgust me, unless they are the fruity kind.
Despite my numerous critiques (most of which are based on the fact that I care about Daniel Ross and wish he would eat more/more often/better), this has probably been his best blog entry yet. I relished hearing the details of his ingenious mayo test, and was amused by the self-consciousness he is feeling, when ordering, as a result of "the growing popularity" of his blog.
A Cuban Day.
i do not know what the hell pizza cubano is. it sounds impossible, to me. pizza is of italian nature. what twist have the cubans come up with to justify calling it cubano? i hope that someone will let me know ASAP.
apricot nectar: YUM. good choice, dan. i definitely like almost all kinds of nectar, though i definitely have my favorites, which include but are not limited to mango and peach. it is something i bought regularly at windex, in my miami days.
steak sandwiches don't really appeal to me, but seeing as dan is from philly, maybe he likes them for that reason. plus, he's a boy, and boys seem to like these things.
dan did not really eat dinner. he had three slices of pizza at almost midnight, and had gone almost 8 hours since he last ate, and the last thing he'd eaten was just a single piece of candy. i think maybe dan is underfed, and when he does get food, it seems to be junk. i am concerned, definitely.
apricot nectar: YUM. good choice, dan. i definitely like almost all kinds of nectar, though i definitely have my favorites, which include but are not limited to mango and peach. it is something i bought regularly at windex, in my miami days.
steak sandwiches don't really appeal to me, but seeing as dan is from philly, maybe he likes them for that reason. plus, he's a boy, and boys seem to like these things.
dan did not really eat dinner. he had three slices of pizza at almost midnight, and had gone almost 8 hours since he last ate, and the last thing he'd eaten was just a single piece of candy. i think maybe dan is underfed, and when he does get food, it seems to be junk. i am concerned, definitely.
Friday, July 6, 2007
daniel has had a snack
dan has had a snack, at 2:25 am, although i believe he erroneously indicated pm, not am.
it was a very sparse snack. it included brownie bites, of which i approve. eating one pretzel stick seems sort of silly? perhaps dan began to have a snack of pretzel rods, but abandoned this idea after only one rod, moving on to tastier, chocolatey-er options.
it was a very sparse snack. it included brownie bites, of which i approve. eating one pretzel stick seems sort of silly? perhaps dan began to have a snack of pretzel rods, but abandoned this idea after only one rod, moving on to tastier, chocolatey-er options.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
dan's second post
conch chowder sounds disgusting. the word chowder itself makes me think of some vomit. i can't believe dan will eat this.
a dolphin sandwich sounds okay. i like mahi. i probably would have preferred it in a burrito. i wonder if dan put 'dolphin' to try to throw some people off. mahi mahi is also known as dorado, dan.
key lime π is great, but if i am going to get a dessert it will probably be chocolate. key lime π makes me think of the florida keys.
a dolphin sandwich sounds okay. i like mahi. i probably would have preferred it in a burrito. i wonder if dan put 'dolphin' to try to throw some people off. mahi mahi is also known as dorado, dan.
key lime π is great, but if i am going to get a dessert it will probably be chocolate. key lime π makes me think of the florida keys.
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