"I broke the button on my shoe" and other thrilling stories.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Take that USA
Germany's (or maybe it is a European) answer to Peanut Butter and Jelly in a Jar: That's right, folks. Nutella and Marshmallow fluff in a jar. The chocolate tradition preveals.
there's a whole [cleverly disguised] yogurt container in g's refridge full of the stuff. except the white is not marshmallow, but white chocolate goo. and the whole variegated enterprise called Eurocream. yes, that would be the Eurocream of the notorious and oft-evoked, usually while spreading it onto bread and glazing off into the distance, "remember back during the war/sanctions, when we had to make our own Eurocream? oh, and i guess there were those pesky NATO bombs, too...."
as far as the current state of affairs vis-a-vis (here, pardon begged solely on the basis of usage) the yogurt container goes, i leave you with the following sketched scenario involving all of, but not limited to: a last-minute acquisition of several handfuls of the [flexible plastic, tinfoil topped] 25 gram packages, a dense 23.0 kg taped box job, a couple of rogues in Frankfurt and Philadelphia, and a desire to, above all, avoid waste once the packaging and the packing had resulted in an unlick-able (with my tongue, at least) disaster—despite the ensuing and desperate, purpose-of-stripes-defeating amalgamation of said handfuls into one stickily shoved-to-the-back, hoped-for-the-best mess....
only the Serbian (or maybe it is a European (to add that to this national designation sounds resoundingly different than your original, wouldn't you say?)) best for you, eliz, and just waiting for your return!
I taught history in DC Public Schools for four years, and now I teach in Oakland Unified School District in Oakland, CA. And I try not to get burned in the process. Occasionally, I angst about life as a twenty-something, wish that I attended more rock shows, read, and make curried carrot soup .
2 comments:
no, no no!
there's a whole [cleverly disguised] yogurt container in g's refridge full of the stuff. except the white is not marshmallow, but white chocolate goo. and the whole variegated enterprise called Eurocream. yes, that would be the Eurocream of the notorious and oft-evoked, usually while spreading it onto bread and glazing off into the distance, "remember back during the war/sanctions, when we had to make our own Eurocream? oh, and i guess there were those pesky NATO bombs, too...."
as far as the current state of affairs vis-a-vis (here, pardon begged solely on the basis of usage) the yogurt container goes, i leave you with the following sketched scenario involving all of, but not limited to: a last-minute acquisition of several handfuls of the [flexible plastic, tinfoil topped] 25 gram packages, a dense 23.0 kg taped box job, a couple of rogues in Frankfurt and Philadelphia, and a desire to, above all, avoid waste once the packaging and the packing had resulted in an unlick-able (with my tongue, at least) disaster—despite the ensuing and desperate, purpose-of-stripes-defeating amalgamation of said handfuls into one stickily shoved-to-the-back, hoped-for-the-best mess....
only the Serbian (or maybe it is a European (to add that to this national designation sounds resoundingly different than your original, wouldn't you say?)) best for you, eliz, and just waiting for your return!
Dang, that is even better than I supposed. How utterly fabulous!
Waiting for the same,
eliz.
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