Facts and analysis?

cold chocolate, solid   2 votes - 50 %
room temperature/melty chocolate   0 votes - 0 %
hot chocolate, liquid   0 votes - 0 %
chocolate in cake form   0 votes - 0 %
all of the above, and more   1 vote - 25 %
none of the above   1 vote - 25 %
 
4 Total Votes
Cake and commuting. by toxicfur (4.00 / 3) #1 Tue Mar 07, 2006 at 07:25:52 AM EST
I don't like cake. Well, I rarely like cake. I always dreaded birthday parties when I was a kid, because of the cakes bought at the store or made from boxes and frosted with that goo that comes in a can. Ick. I especially dislike chocolate cakes. I never quite know what to do when I'm offered cake by a host, so I do what I'd do if they offered me green peas or collard greens--take as small amount as I can while still being polite. It's a hard life, being a minority. ;->

I agree with you that intercommuter conversation is rare, and, therefore, remarkable. I haven't ridden the Commuter Rail, though, and I wonder if it's different from the T in that regard. On the T, people always seem to be talking to each other, running into people they know, or ranting at no one in particular.

On rare occasions, though, someone will start talking to me when I'm feeling unusually gregarious. The other day, a roundish 8-year-old boy tried to surreptitiously watch the screen of my iPod as I was watching some tv show, and we chatted about the wonders of technology. A few weeks ago, I met Tyler, a teenaged black boy with a firm handshake and a sweet smile who agreed with me that waiting for a less crowded train was smart and who told me of his plans to go to college. Those kinds of interactions always leave me feeling warm and with a bit of hope for humanity. Except when they piss me off.
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chocolate and people by Kellnerin (4.00 / 1) #3 Tue Mar 07, 2006 at 11:09:39 AM EST
The last time I had cake at my sister's it had been at a party for one of her sons, with tons of neighbors, family, friends, etc. They had a huge chocolate sheet cake slathered in multicolored sugary goo. It was not at all good, but I took some home anyway to help relieve my sister of all the leftovers that she didn't want her kids to binge on -- so I understand why D had low expectations for the birthday cake.

In fact I thought my sister and I had agreed not to do cake for our birthdays, but her husband got one anyway. It was a small chocolate bundt cake from a bakery down the street, just a hint of frosting that didn't cover the whole thing -- it was actually quite good. The one at work was from Whole Foods and wasn't bad at all. Last night's was homemade, probably from a mix, with some kind of white gunk I couldn't identify and didn't really care for (marshmallow fluff? I hate fluff) and before I knew it I had a huge slice, maybe 1/8 of a 10" double-layer cake, on my plate. I'm not sure if the quality of the cakes is really going down but I do know I'm caked-out, especially on chocolate.

It's kind of frustrating that it's the default -- "who doesn't like chocolate cake?" -- and I was rather surprised that my brother-in-law got one because we'd had a discussion about how annoying it is that almost all flavors of ice cream in the supermarket are some kind of chocolate, and it's nearly impossible to find just strawberry. It'd be great to have a nice apple pie or fruit tart once in a while, but I guess it's not traditional enough.


People on the Commuter Rail tend to be even more antisocial than on the T, each in their own individual world (maybe wishing they were packed in their own shiny metal boxes, while at the same time being glad someone else is doing the driving): on the phone, listening to iPods, laptops out, reading newspapers or books, all putting out "do not disturb" signals.

There are exceptions, like my co-worker B who does his running-conversation thing even on the train -- I avoid sitting in the same car as he does. In a way I guess it's nice to see people connecting with each other because of a small shared thing like riding a train together, stepping out of their roles as anonymous and interchangeable cogs in the modern commercial machine, but sometimes I just want to be left alone, and these people damage my calm.

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My mother by ana (4.00 / 1) #4 Tue Mar 07, 2006 at 11:19:39 AM EST
for years had a severe allergy to chocolate: it would trigger migraines she never had otherwise. Getting non-chocolate food is challenging, but it can be done.

I think my take-it-or-leave-it attitude toward most chocolate I don't actually hate comes from growing up in a rigorous chocolate-free zone.

Can you introspect out loud? --CRwM
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Samoas! by Christopher Robin was Murdered (4.00 / 2) #2 Tue Mar 07, 2006 at 10:46:24 AM EST
Samoas are scrupulously factual and keenly analytic. Though I find the re-branding given to flights of fancy and prone to prejudice.

I feel strongly that you shouldn't use a misspelling of the word delight in a name unless you're in a band containing a dude named Jungle DJ Towa Towa. The so-called "Lady Miss Kier Exception." Otherwise, I feel pretty strongly about it.

That said, so long as they taste the same, they can call them whatever they please.

I know I say this every Tuesday, but I need to go hunt up some Girl Scouts.



I must concur by Kellnerin (2.00 / 0) #6 Tue Mar 07, 2006 at 12:39:06 PM EST
with you on all points. Good hunting.

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Thin Mints are awesome when frozen... by superdiva (4.00 / 1) #5 Tue Mar 07, 2006 at 12:21:51 PM EST
It's like biting into chocolate-mint blocks of ice.

I would have bought thin mints too, but I already consumed a half dozen at my mom's house, so samoas and tagalongs were next on the menu.

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good to know ... by Kellnerin (4.00 / 1) #7 Tue Mar 07, 2006 at 12:41:31 PM EST
I must admit your account of your purchases did shake my faith in the supremacy of Thin Mints for a moment. Just a moment, though.

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BAR COPS' TOUGH GRILL by Scrymarch (4.00 / 1) #8 Tue Mar 07, 2006 at 06:05:03 PM EST
(bouncers replaces the regular restaurant chef, but overcooks the meat)

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Not fair. by calla (2.00 / 0) #9 Wed Mar 08, 2006 at 09:37:14 AM EST
Your diary should be tagged "will induce eating frenzy".

Actually, I really enjoyed all the food talk. And yes, it has made me hungry.




sorry, by Kellnerin (4.00 / 1) #10 Wed Mar 08, 2006 at 11:46:45 AM EST
I thought I gave adequate warning with the mention of chocolate and cookies in the intro. Oooh, I'm starting to feel a little snacky myself. I'm not cool enough to tag, but I write about food so seldom I don't think it will be a problem.

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"Slick Loons Cow Stumbling Readers."toxicfur
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tagging isn't cool. by calla (2.00 / 0) #11 Wed Mar 08, 2006 at 02:59:53 PM EST
It's really for geeks.


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