The ins and outs of a young library media specialist's life. Rock, rock on.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Why I Never Drink Ginger Ale


I thought it appropriate with Turkey Day right around the corner to regale you with a food story of my own. This is the story of why I never, ever drink ginger ale.

You know how when you cook bacon in a frying pan, all the grease is left over? And you pour it into a plastic cup when it's cooled down a little bit so that it can harden and you can throw it away? Well one morning, my mother had made breakfast and she did just that. I came downstairs to the kitchen a little while later and spotted the cup of golden liquid on the counter. "Oooh, yum", I thought, "I'll just have a little sip of my mother's ginger ale!". And I took a giant gulp of tepid bacon fat. Three days later my tongue and throat was still coated in a layer of grease that made everything taste vaguely porcine.

Now, I'm sure I know what you're thinking- why doesn't she stop eating bacon instead? Why stop drinking ginger ale? But my strange brain associated that experience with the ginger ale and I have never been able to stomach it since.

Happy eating, everyone!

2 Comments:

Blogger Krista rocks hardcore!

that is disgusting.

One time I had a craving for yogurt and I ended up eating paint that my mom had put in a yogurt container in the fridge.

you may wonder how I could have been so stupid as to not notice. I was six, it was like 5 in the morning and I didn't bother to turn any lights on.

3:26 PM

 
Anonymous Gabriel rocks hardcore!

thats worse than drinking balsamic vinegar and thinking its cocacola

10:55 PM

 

Post a Comment

<< Home

 
hit counter