2 A Little LTHL Dialogue

>> Wednesday, August 3, 2011

I make no bones about the fact that I have the most wonderful family in existence. I’m sure yours is just peachy as well, but nonetheless, mine wins—at least in this neck of the blog-o-sphere—and especially since they allow for plenty of LTHL Dialogue entertainment at their expense…

Case in point: Last night at dinner with my wonderful older sister and equally as wonderful and even older brother-in-law.


Me: So that black pasta you’re eating is made with ink? Like from a squid? 

Oliver: Uh huh.

Me: (pause)…does it taste like ink?

Oliver: I don’t know what ink tastes like. Try it and see.

(Cara chewing…)



Me: Oh, yes. Tastes like ink. A definite inky aftertaste.

Jessica: What? How do you know? When have you ever eaten ink?

Cara: Try it. Tastes like ink.

(Jessica chewing…)

Cara: Now breathe out. Tastes like ink smells. Double sensory issue. Taste-smell combo.

Jessica: Like how gin tastes like pine trees?

 



Cara: Yes!

Jessica: And angel food cake tastes like couch cushions?



Cara: Yes!—wait what?

Oliver: You are both crazy…but this tiramisu definitely has a hint of fireplace.


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2 comments:

Emily August 3, 2011 at 3:10 PM  

I have ALWAYS said that gin tastes like a Christmas tree. Glad to know I'm not alone on that one!

Jackie August 5, 2011 at 1:41 PM  

Norsal! (a mix of nasal and oral) This happens to me so often I made a word for it about 8 years ago... too funny. I'm glad I'm not alone.

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