A little bit of Nowhere

Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

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Sunday, April 20, 2003
 
Warning: May Contain Primates

It's Easter weekend once again, and you all know what that means. Yep, it's the third-most-valid excuse for family members to gather together to eat lots of food. (The two most valid excuses for this being Commercialmas and Thanksgiving). Happily for me, this did not happen, as while I'm a fan of family gatherings, I'm the type of person who will nibble and munch on many small meals throughout the day, as opposed to gorging myself on 2-3 meals only. And today there was no gathering in my neck of the woods (well, as tree-covered as the suburbs get), so I've been delighting in my small grazing sessions.

Melissa, my fiancee, however, expressed her disbelief that my natural nibbler inclination have somehow affected (or infected) her, and she spent her Easter family gathering slowly gorging herself over the course of the entire day. In fact, when we were talking to each other across country divisions, she said she was munching on something right then.

Intrigued, I asked what she was currently munching on. The conversation that follows is pretty much word-for-word:

Mel: "Monkey Bread and crackers/dip."

Me: "Ne'er had monkey bread before. What part of the monkey is it made from?"

At this point, Melissa informed that Money Bread is basically like a cinnamon roll, but in smaller pieces. This perplexes me. Why not call them something along the lines of "Little Cinnarolls" then? Why include "Monkey" in the name of the product when there is no monkey in the food? Is this false advertising at its greatest, or did someone long ago have a keen albeit dertanged sense of humour, and arbitrarily name this article of food after a furry mammal?

This does bring to mind the question of whether or not hotdogs originally were, in fact, made of dogs. Say the daschund, who tends to resemble a hotdog weiner anyways. Now is probably a good time for me to end this entry before I get dog lovers the world over on my case...

Today's Lesson: Monkey Bread is not made from monkeys.