Food, chucked into the street, for your entertainment.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Pattern
I'm starting to see a pattern here...... They wake up early, clean out the kitchen and throw bread onto the street in the morning. Today's choice, cornbread.
Sacrilege! Do they not realize that cornbread is nature's perfect food?
Perhaps it is an offering to the woodland spirits; an enticement to encourage their frolicsome gavottes. Of course the propitiation must be delivered at daybreak, for that is when the fair folk are at their surliest. Not morning people, they.
We live in what should be a regular old, dull neighborhood. Old people who've lived here 30 years, young families with kids, middle class, etc. Yet it seems our particular street contains a whole slew of oddities. This blog documents one such oddity - the phenomenon we call "thrown food". Our next door neighbor inexplicably throws food out the front door into the street and lawn. This started over a year ago with a couple slices of bread. Then it was a whole loaf - we thought THAT was overboard. Then one day a macaroni & cheese casserole lay there - the heavier, crusty top on the lawn and the lighter, more agile bottom noodles making it to the street. Wow. So it continued and we saw more casseroles, 3 bean salad, lots of bread and the true masterpiece, the full sized birthday cake. A birthday cake (less one slice), sprawled out on the street, brightly decorated with rosettes and colored frosting. That was the kick in the pants to start this blog. Alas, we did not get a picture. So, let's keep our fingers crossed for something as spectacular as that birthday cake!
Posting is dependent on the neighbors throwing some food.....
2 comments:
that looks good enough to eat!
Sacrilege! Do they not realize that cornbread is nature's perfect food?
Perhaps it is an offering to the woodland spirits; an enticement to encourage their frolicsome gavottes. Of course the propitiation must be delivered at daybreak, for that is when the fair folk are at their surliest. Not morning people, they.
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