Here’s what I’ve been eating for breakfast every school-day for the past 2 weeks. I was digging around in the cabinets one day, trying to imagine how I would rearrange them, when I found some jerky. Not being the sort of person who would pass up some jerky, I tried a piece. It was as hard and dry as… um… well… as jerky that has been left in a cabinet for about a month. It seems that Brad left it there over Christmas (yes, this seemed unlikely to me as well, but Lauren insisted).
By itself, jerky might not seem like an ideal way to start the day, but wash it down with a pear and you’ve got the perfect morning meal. But make sure you get the order correct. It’s jerky then pear. The other way around is too thirsty.
I like leaving food at your house and seeing if you will eat it. It’s like humming a tune when you’re with someone to see if you can get them to hum it too. It’s particularly fun to mess with Michele’s head in this manner. Hey Michele: “High on a hill stands a lonely goatherd, yodel-ay, yodel-ay, yodel-ay-hee-hoo!”
Just for the record…if you’re writing of that jerkey on the little pink styrofoam tray that has Misty’s seasoning on it, Brad didn’t leave it at your house, I did. He left those weird, burn-y ginger snaps, didn’t he?
Sorry, we should have given credit where credit is due. (It WAS during the holidays -- everything was a blur.)
By the way, I’m a little surprised that no one else has commented on how disgusting that picture is. It looks like the pear got sick all over the counter.
Agreed. Jerky, while less than desirable in appearance, is still quite palatable. Perhaps we have all simply chosen to overlook the outward appearance and notice only it’s inner beauty, yes?
ewwwwwwwww …. pear constipation emancipation ….
(good-bye bacon, good-bye spoon)
I’m sooooo sorry Brad for not noticing your comment sooner. As you might see by the time stamp on this comment, it is late Sunday evening and I JUST finished grading unit tests (oops, sorry, let me clarify -- grading is what teachers do when they collect things from students to assess what they have learned!) Anyway -- that stupid song was stuck in my head for 2 days -- crazy!
Lauren and Lloyd -- I apologize for not visiting your sight more regularly -- I’ve actually been teaching (oops, sorry, let me clarify -- teaching is that thing that people do when they aren’t busy visiting blogs!)
Beef jerky -- ewww, bacon -- mmmmm,
And the jerky can pass for bacon … if you squint or look at it crossed eyed …
If you cupped the end of that jerky a little bit, you could spoon Peggy too! (I’m not sure how to hyper-link this back to Brad’s post from yesterday…)
Are you dead?
Okay…WHERE are Cricket and Pfennig????
Was your house ever owned by a Korean family who bought a scruffy dog names “Aneomone” that disappeared a few days later?
They’re still here -- they live in the basement, and the dog turned up a few days after we moved in. (I’ll refrain from saying, “He was delicious.”)
Can’t let cookie dough have more comments than jerky ‘n pear.