I have this thing … when I’m next to a little kid who is eating I have to say, “Mmmm, tasty!” It can’t be helped. Most of the time they just look as me as if to say, “I wonder what, exactly, she’s smoking.” And still I say it. At a certain celebration, the birthday boy’s little brother was sitting next to me with his soda. Every time he took a drink he would smack his lips and then exhail loudly, Aaaaaah, so good. So I took a sip of my bottled water and said my usual: Mmmm, tasty. We went back and fourth three or four times before he stopped, gave me a good looking over and said, “water is not tasty.” I told him it was tasty to me – to which he raised his eyebrows and turned away. Grownups, they know nothing!
Speaking of not tasty, I got my vegetarian cookbooks – just in case you were dying to know – and it SUCKED! Oh my word. Profuse apologies for the offensive word, but no other will do for such culinary disasters. It was weeds and tofu and any number of things I don’t even know, nor do I care too. The pages were a dirty brown and the photos – all thrown to the middle – were creepy. CREEPY I tell you! I snap better food photos – and if you’ve seen any of my food photos, you know that’s not saying much. With that in mind, never buy a vegetarian cookbook on discount.
Let’s all say it together: Mmmmm, tasty!