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Prunes, nature’s candy. Seriously.

Posted in Food, Health, Life, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 24, 2016 by urbannight

I would love to share a photo of delicious prunes but I’m on a borrowed computer and borrowed internet tonight and can’t really download and upload one.

Dried prunes are delicious.  They are super sweet.  They taste like candy.  I don’t buy them to much because I over eat them and they are bad for me.  Dried fruit generally is bad for you.  It has an entire fruit worth of sugar in a single bite.  So this is really bad if you are a diabetic.

I fail to understand why people claim to hate prunes.  Why do prunes have such a bad rap?  I’m guessing a lot of people assume they are bad because they have been told it.  (Like me and Brussels sprouts.  I thought they were bad because everyone said so.  Turns out I actually like them.)

I know that a long time ago that all food was cooked, including fruit.  (We are talking middle ages.)  But eating raw fruit and drying fruit has been a thing for as long as the United States has been a country.  Not sure when the people decided that maybe fruit didn’t need to be cooked to death.  But I do recall references to stewed prunes in novels.  Some were old novels, from the 1800’s.  Some were more recent, from the 1900’s.  I don’t think I’ve read or heard that reference in this century.  Maybe the people saying now bad they are only ate stewed prunes.  Stewed fruit just doesn’t sound very good to me in general.

Still, dried prunes are delicious.  Seriously delicious.  I think I will have to go out and buy a small box of them.

St. Valentines Day, The Day of Self-Hatred.

Posted in Entertainment with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 14, 2013 by urbannight

dead-cupid

Today is the worst holiday of the year. It is the day that was created to sell more greeting cards. It is a day to celebrate things that do not last. Candy, Flowers, Beauty, Lust, Infatuation, Flirtation.

It screams at people, saying that if you are not half of a pair then you are a sad, pathetic loser and you better keep out of sight on this day of red and pink and white.

Red for blood. Pink for flesh. White for the sheet to cover the body.

I declare it open season on cupid. Stop that little bastard in his tracks.

Gas Station Candy

Posted in Food with tags , , , , , , , on November 25, 2012 by urbannight

I was at the gas station a few days ago when saw this black licorice in a plain label bag.  It was a little more than I would normally spend but it looked really good.  So, on a whim, I bought it.

I didn’t open it that day.  The next afternoon, I was looking for a snack and nothing appealed to me.  Then I remembered it and found the bag.  It was amazingly good.  Far better than I expected.

I took a closer look at the bag and it did say  Finnska on the front.  I flipped the bag over and there was clearer confirmation on what I thought that meant.    Yes, it was indeed imported from Finland.  The Finish do amazing licorice.  In fact, Europe, in general, does better licorice.

It was a great find at a gas station.