Sand in the Vaseline

[Cem]

Sand starts thread!

[Squaredancecalling Steve]

[moneyp]

Oh, lordy.

[Brian Olewnick]

Sand in the spinach is worse.

[Monte Smith]

I one the sand box.

I two the sand box.

I three the sand box.

I four the sand box.

I five the sand box.

I six the sand box.

I seven the sand box.

I eight the sand box.

You ATE the sand box?

-All credit to Sesame Street for that classic.

[Cem]

Originally posted by Brian Olewnick
Sand in the spinach is worse.

I still have nightmares about that, Brian. A good "friend" (at the time) was couching at my ex's & my place for a stretch of 2 months (a little too long!) after a painful break-up. maaan, did I lose my top when he ruined my lifelong gomae experience, by not cleaning the spinach properly... I almost lost a coupla molars! Needless to say, that was the straw & he got the boot!

[Sand]

Originally posted by Brian Olewnick
Sand in the spinach is worse.

Here's a true story:

Yesterday I needed some groceries. No wonder, this happens from time to time. Somehow I overlooked two items from my handwritten shoppinglist: broccolli and spinach.

Ok, no spinach for dinner.

Now, the spinach is here. But what about the broccolli?

[Sand]

Cem,

Your thread title produced two images:

1. Cem, choked by sand while fighting his way through a phone-up connection,still able to smile through his final breath.

2. My father, who used to clime wintry mountains with vaseline in his face in pre-skin-sun-blocker-times.

[Tom Storer]

Originally posted by Cem
he ruined my lifelong gomae experience, by not cleaning the spinach properly... I almost lost a coupla molars!

Those must have been some mighty big grains of sand.

[Brian Olewnick]

There is nothing --NOTHING --bigger than a grain of sand in spinach.

Except maybe a grain of sand in a clam, oyster or mussel.

[Cem]

or in peanut butter!!

[Cem]

Originally posted by Sand
But what about the broccolli?

natty dreads in the broccoli sucks!

[Cem]

Originally posted by Sand
Cem,

Your thread title produced two images:

1. Cem, choked by sand while fighting his way through a phone-up connection,still able to smile through his final breath.

2. My father, who used to clime wintry mountains with vaseline in his face in pre-skin-sun-blocker-times.

Sand, great images. Title also refers to a young boy struggling on his camel through rush-hour traffic in the vast deserts of downtown Istanbul...

[Brian Olewnick]

Originally posted by Cem
or in peanut butter!!

I wash my peanut butter carefully before spreading.

[Cem]

Originally posted by Tom Storer
Those must have been some mighty big grains of sand.

yes, love is a many splendoured thing...

[Chris D]

same as it ever was, same as it ever was

[clinthopson]

Ciloantro should always be caregfully washed.

Sand in the salsa is appalling.

[Monte Smith]

Originally posted by Brian Olewnick
I wash my peanut butter carefully before spreading.

That's a beautiful image.

[jesus marion joseph]

I have a sand-in-the-arugula story (which I may have posted before, but so what):

Many years ago, when law school was but a twinkle in my eye and I never drove around in late-model eurocruisers sipping latte purchased from trendy boutiques, I was working (working-that's how long ago it was!!) at an upscale Italian restaurant. On Saturday nights the owner would order dinner at the end of the evening, to go with her multiple quadruple Crown Royals on the rocks. One Saturday night she orders the marinated T-bone steak with a side of fresh arugula. I was working the garde-manger station that night, and had run out of clean arugula at my station, so when the steak was almost done I went to the walk-in fridge to get some more.

Now, the routine in this kitchen was to keep clean and non-clean arugula in seperate platic tubs, marked with masking tape and Sharpies when it was clean. I found a container marked "clean arugula" (which made me very happy, because I wouldn't have to clean any for the next shift), so I grabbed it and heaped it on the plate in a hurry, because I wanted to go get stoned or drunk or something. I went back into the cooler for a couple of minutes, and when I came out the entire kitchen was dead silent, (which was unusual during clean-up time, when there was usually lots of chatter going on) and the owner was standing at the far end of the kitchen, her face a deep red color, and an obviously infurited look on her face. I watched her turn on her heels and stomp out of the kitchen.

I asked the nearest person what had happened, and they said "Oh, somebody gave Marietta a plate full of sandy arugula, and she just ripped the whole kitchen a new one."

Timing is everything.............