Post by purplejacket on Dec 3, 2008 20:28:57 GMT -5
Chapter 1.
Just now, as I was walking down the long lonesome road, I chanced to look down, and saw there at the side of the road pebbles, chamomile, and with a slight surprise, a goober pea. Or what I thought was a goober pea. Some folks call them chocolate-covered peanuts; I call them goober peas. I squatted, being in no hurry, and used a stick to roll it over. It might have been a rabbit turd, after all, or something equally wanting for disregard. But after the closest appraisal I could give it from the safe end of a twig, I decided there was no way to determine its identity without more direct contact. I picked it up.
What a goober pea might be doing camouflaging itself amid pebbles and chamomile in the shoulder of a country road, was not a business I determined to address. Hasn’t a goober pea the right to go out for an evening walk, just as I have? It was there, just as I was, and luck had arranged our encounter. It was the proper size to be a goober pea, and as I rolled it around in my hand, it soon warmed from my touch and left a streak of tempered chocolate in my palm. This I knew from the smell.
The question that did briefly cross my mind was, why had no squirrel, mouse, or even feral dog with his superior sense of smell yet chanced upon this lowly goober pea and made a quick end of it? Perhaps this goober had not been long on its journey. It looked unweathered. Perhaps it had been there for only seconds, tossed accidentally from a recent passing vehicle by a child, more interested with his first ride in the front seat with the windows down than with this tiny treat.
It wasn’t that I was particularly hungry, so much as that I wanted to completely satisfy my insatiable curiosity. I ate that goober pea. I immediately knew why those animals with superior senses of smell had snubbed this apparent delicacy. While the exterior had remained pristine with its dehydrating sugar and waxy coating, the interior had completely rotted during what I approximated as two and a half years at the side of the road.
Have you ever noticed how no matter what filling they try to put inside a chocolate coating, it always works? I have had chocolate-coated fruits of all kinds, chocolate-coated ginger, chocolate-coated goat cheese, chocolate-coated espresso beans, chocolate-coated Chinese noodles, even chocolate-coated bacon and chocolate-coated roasted June bugs. It’s all good, even a moldy, musty, liquefied mass of chocolate covered goo - goodness, how delicious.
I'm working on Chapter 2.
Just now, as I was walking down the long lonesome road, I chanced to look down, and saw there at the side of the road pebbles, chamomile, and with a slight surprise, a goober pea. Or what I thought was a goober pea. Some folks call them chocolate-covered peanuts; I call them goober peas. I squatted, being in no hurry, and used a stick to roll it over. It might have been a rabbit turd, after all, or something equally wanting for disregard. But after the closest appraisal I could give it from the safe end of a twig, I decided there was no way to determine its identity without more direct contact. I picked it up.
What a goober pea might be doing camouflaging itself amid pebbles and chamomile in the shoulder of a country road, was not a business I determined to address. Hasn’t a goober pea the right to go out for an evening walk, just as I have? It was there, just as I was, and luck had arranged our encounter. It was the proper size to be a goober pea, and as I rolled it around in my hand, it soon warmed from my touch and left a streak of tempered chocolate in my palm. This I knew from the smell.
The question that did briefly cross my mind was, why had no squirrel, mouse, or even feral dog with his superior sense of smell yet chanced upon this lowly goober pea and made a quick end of it? Perhaps this goober had not been long on its journey. It looked unweathered. Perhaps it had been there for only seconds, tossed accidentally from a recent passing vehicle by a child, more interested with his first ride in the front seat with the windows down than with this tiny treat.
It wasn’t that I was particularly hungry, so much as that I wanted to completely satisfy my insatiable curiosity. I ate that goober pea. I immediately knew why those animals with superior senses of smell had snubbed this apparent delicacy. While the exterior had remained pristine with its dehydrating sugar and waxy coating, the interior had completely rotted during what I approximated as two and a half years at the side of the road.
Have you ever noticed how no matter what filling they try to put inside a chocolate coating, it always works? I have had chocolate-coated fruits of all kinds, chocolate-coated ginger, chocolate-coated goat cheese, chocolate-coated espresso beans, chocolate-coated Chinese noodles, even chocolate-coated bacon and chocolate-coated roasted June bugs. It’s all good, even a moldy, musty, liquefied mass of chocolate covered goo - goodness, how delicious.
I'm working on Chapter 2.