Seasonal Sighting November 15, 2007
Posted by carpebanana in : Ramblings , 1 comment so farDevastatingly Handsome came home from errands and said, “Guess what I saw” as dinner was being prepared. We all made a couple guesses but were not close, so he gave the clue that it is seasonal, but not “good seasonal - more yucky seasonal.” Then, without allowing a chance to guess, he answered his own clue with, “a salt truck.”
Whereupon I began whining (we’ve been reading Exodus so are up on how to grumble and complain like the Israelites in the wilderness) that it was not fair to give us a good clue and then not give us a chance to guess. Here I added the lie that I had had a really good guess in mind (in truth I was drawing blank), and immediately made the first guess that popped into my mind, “A truck full of turkey gizzards.”
Which was bad enough. But to make it worse, Miss Language looked at me and calmly said, “That’s what I was going to guess, too. There are only so many yucky things you could associate with Thanksgiving.” Which would be sad, except that I know by now that Miss Language and I all too often do think the same odd thing at the same time, but, really, turkey gizzards?
Devastatingly was repeating the guessing game for the benefit of Miss Dog Lover. As soon as he got to the “salt truck” part he started laughing hysterically at her response, “I want one.” Her love of salt, straight salt, not adulterated with anything like chips or pretzels, is hard to describe. Let’s just say when she was younger we kept our salt locked, we had to figure out what to do in restaurants when she licked the shakers, and we considered giving her a salt lick for Christmas.