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Product That Probably Won’t Sell

I like Junior – he’s a funny kid. I don’t know what I’d do if I was stuck with a kid who didn’t have a good sense of humor. And by good, I mean one that amuses me, personally.

This may not translate as well as I’d like, because it was part of a larger conversation, and you have to know about the kinds of snacks that parents buy for their kids these days. If you are unfamiliar with the concept of Fruit Roll-ups or Froot-by-the-Foot this is going to whoosh past you, granny.

I admitted publicly that I like pudding skin. Mr. Dump started to propose a method of exposing as many sides of the pudding as possible so that you could get a LOT of pudding skin out of one cup of pudding. And then Junior suggested Pudding Skin by the Foot. Well, that did it for me. The concept of a long strip of pudding skin that you unfold to eat brought me to tears.

But looking back, I don’t think I’d buy it. Because part of the beauty of the whole fruit roll-up product is that it doesn’t require refrigeration. If you leave pudding skin out, you’ll really have pudding jerky, and I don’t know if I’m ready for that.

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"Good Old Mom, She’s the Salt of the Earth"

Yesterday was Mother’s Day here in the United States. (Hey, I have at least one international reader that will admit to it, so let me just pretend I’m I web sensation the world over, would you?) I got my mother’s day present earlier (some high quality headphones for my iPod to do a better job of blocking out stray conversations at work) and certainly wasn’t expecting anything on Sunday.

But Junior wrote me a poem (I will share it tomorrow, because I don’t remember it verbatim and I want to make sure I don’t miss a thing) and gave me a little pot with seeds planted in it. I believe the flowers will be marigolds, but he was calling it something else, so we’ll see.

We packed up and headed out to Newport to meet up with my brother-in-law and his wife who were up here taking their belated honeymoon. And my new sister-in-law presented me with my “other” Mothers Day Present: salt. I got salt for mother’s day! I’ll bet nobody else out there can say that!!! I got salt hand-carried all the way from Houston! And I’m beside myself thrilled!

You see, we eat at Bertucci’s a lot, and they have Cefalu Sea Salt grinders on the table, and I love this salt more than many many things in my life. Every time we go there (a couple of times a month) I threaten to steal the salt off the table, because we have never been able to find it for sale anywhere. Apparently, Mr. Dump wrote down the name and phone number of the import company and did a ton of footwork to try to track it down. The company would only sell it by the case but apparently there’s a liquor store chain in Houston that carries it, and he somehow convinced my SIL to wait in line for 40 minutes (!) to buy me 5 shakers of Cefalu salt (she also bought one for herself). And they gave it to me yesterday and I was bouncing with happiness! No longer do I need to fight the urge to steal!

This is darned tasty salt. It’s hard to explain how salt can taste good, but it just tastes, well, salty. It’s 100x better than anything you pour out of a round box into a shaker, and you grind it yourself with the built in grinder-top. The bottle says it’s imported from Sicily, 100% natural, made only by the Sea and the Sun. Maybe it’s the sun that makes it extra good. I recommend that you all go to Bertucci’s and try some.

So yes, I got salt for mother’s day. And I couldn’t be happier.

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“Good Old Mom, She’s the Salt of the Earth”

Yesterday was Mother’s Day here in the United States. (Hey, I have at least one international reader that will admit to it, so let me just pretend I’m I web sensation the world over, would you?) I got my mother’s day present earlier (some high quality headphones for my iPod to do a better job of blocking out stray conversations at work) and certainly wasn’t expecting anything on Sunday.

But Junior wrote me a poem (I will share it tomorrow, because I don’t remember it verbatim and I want to make sure I don’t miss a thing) and gave me a little pot with seeds planted in it. I believe the flowers will be marigolds, but he was calling it something else, so we’ll see.

We packed up and headed out to Newport to meet up with my brother-in-law and his wife who were up here taking their belated honeymoon. And my new sister-in-law presented me with my “other” Mothers Day Present: salt. I got salt for mother’s day! I’ll bet nobody else out there can say that!!! I got salt hand-carried all the way from Houston! And I’m beside myself thrilled!

You see, we eat at Bertucci’s a lot, and they have Cefalu Sea Salt grinders on the table, and I love this salt more than many many things in my life. Every time we go there (a couple of times a month) I threaten to steal the salt off the table, because we have never been able to find it for sale anywhere. Apparently, Mr. Dump wrote down the name and phone number of the import company and did a ton of footwork to try to track it down. The company would only sell it by the case but apparently there’s a liquor store chain in Houston that carries it, and he somehow convinced my SIL to wait in line for 40 minutes (!) to buy me 5 shakers of Cefalu salt (she also bought one for herself). And they gave it to me yesterday and I was bouncing with happiness! No longer do I need to fight the urge to steal!

This is darned tasty salt. It’s hard to explain how salt can taste good, but it just tastes, well, salty. It’s 100x better than anything you pour out of a round box into a shaker, and you grind it yourself with the built in grinder-top. The bottle says it’s imported from Sicily, 100% natural, made only by the Sea and the Sun. Maybe it’s the sun that makes it extra good. I recommend that you all go to Bertucci’s and try some.

So yes, I got salt for mother’s day. And I couldn’t be happier.

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Day Two of Being a Hall of Famer

It’s my official 2nd day of being an Utter Wonder Hall of Famer. Things are still going exceedingly well in the Hall of Famer department. I had no idea what it was like to be a Hall of Famer, I mean, it’s like all of a sudden my life was converted to HD when it used to be just normal regular TV. You don’t really know what you’re missing until you get that HD TV, and then you scorn the people who are still living with the technology of the 60s and 70s.

That’s what it’s like being me.

I highly recommend you all become Hall of Famers so that we can start getting together on the 2nd Wednesday of the month for a luncheon. (That’s a good word, isn’t it? Luncheon. Not just a sandwich and a drink, it’s a luncheon, because special people don’t just eat lunch. They attend luncheons.

One of you will have to be the guest speaker, though, because I’m going to be busy trying to eat my lunch. Luncheon. Sorry, still not used to all this.

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