I'm typing as fast as I can and hope that spell check saves me from the ignominy of reading like a Hottentot at a Hootenanny. It's my own fault really. I like to live on the edge, walk on the wild side, sail too close to the wind, hang on by just a thread, and as many other cliches and bromides as I can get on a 24-hour loan from Billy Bob's Emporium of Previously Used Sentence Components located in Del Rio, Texas.
I went to make myself a little pick-me-up and decided to skip the Java jive and the tea leaves and made a cup of chicken bouillon from those cubes that are so dense I've always suspected they are made from the matter that comprises a black hole in space.I especially like how there's always one piece of the foil wrap you cannot get off until you're reduced to trying to scrape it off with a fingernail and then, uh-oh, there's bouillon fragments under the nail. Do NOT put that fingertip in your mouth. Ever. If you have to ask why, it's too late.
So here I am, struggling with eight fingers (the foil was hard to get off), putting the cube container back in the pantry, and checking out the label (thank goodness for that Literacy Volunteer!). There's disquieting news starting on the front that tells me there's chicken 'with other natural flavors'. I wish we were more forthcoming with details on that.
So here I am, struggling with eight fingers (the foil was hard to get off), putting the cube container back in the pantry, and checking out the label (thank goodness for that Literacy Volunteer!). There's disquieting news starting on the front that tells me there's chicken 'with other natural flavors'. I wish we were more forthcoming with details on that.
And what about the LARGE yellow letters that brag NO MSG ADDED ('contains naturally occurring glutamates' Huh?) or the nutritional information that ONE cube provides 45% of your daily sodium intake. Let the Morton Salt girl put that in her umbrella and smoke it.
And then atop the screw cap, I saw the fateful advisory, 'Best by August 2017'. I'm lousy at math (and English, as we both know) but I knew there was trouble. The light grew dim and my life started flashing before my eyes. It's been so unremarkable, mine was replaced by the Jimmy Dugan Story and since that's so short, the second reel was the Song of Bernadette (Peters, which was disconcerting especially the excised dance from Barney's Great Adventure).
And then, just before the darkness enveloped me, I tried to figure out how anyone, even the manufacturer (yeah, Hormel, I'm talkin' 'bout you) would distinguish between good, better, or best in chicken bouillon cubes. Turns out it was getting dark because I was dozing, not because the mortal coil was assuming the shuffle-off position. Talk about relief! Of course, I'm still a little peckish. Perhaps a slice of fruit cake will hit the spot.
-bill kenny
And then atop the screw cap, I saw the fateful advisory, 'Best by August 2017'. I'm lousy at math (and English, as we both know) but I knew there was trouble. The light grew dim and my life started flashing before my eyes. It's been so unremarkable, mine was replaced by the Jimmy Dugan Story and since that's so short, the second reel was the Song of Bernadette (Peters, which was disconcerting especially the excised dance from Barney's Great Adventure).
And then, just before the darkness enveloped me, I tried to figure out how anyone, even the manufacturer (yeah, Hormel, I'm talkin' 'bout you) would distinguish between good, better, or best in chicken bouillon cubes. Turns out it was getting dark because I was dozing, not because the mortal coil was assuming the shuffle-off position. Talk about relief! Of course, I'm still a little peckish. Perhaps a slice of fruit cake will hit the spot.
-bill kenny
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