The RulesHere are the rules. Answer each of the five questions. Tag five bloggers you would like to pass the meme to. Have them link back to you and to this post as the source meme. You and they can take the graphic from here if they like.
1. What food do you consider the best “date” food? In other words, what meal or food item do you think is sexiest to eat in the company of someone you would like to look sexy around?
I’m not sure if I’ve been on anything that resembles a “date”. I met my husband at the University college we were both living at and our first meal together was probably in the college dining room (steamed Swede and unidentified meat product), or perhaps it was a packet of Samboy BBQ Chips from the munchy machine. Or, since we couldn’t stand the college food it may have been a Chelsea Pizza (Hawaiian, with bacon, cooked twice).
Despite Firegazer once chucking a piece of pizza to me from the other end of a room (in 1986) I still married him, so I was pretty easy to please. Then. Now, I would want a meal at a restaurant with well put together food and attentive but un-fussy service.
2. What well-known person would you like to share a meal with—with or without clothing. (saying whether or not clothes are involved is optional).
Now this is getting tricky because I can’t remember ever fantasising about meeting, or eating-a-meal-with, any famous person. And if I did I would definitely prefer to be in the company of others because I’m shy. So, if I was holding a dinner party I wouldn’t mind at all if The Chaser team came along because I think they could be persuaded to be funny. Viggo Mortensen and David Tennant could tag along if they wanted. Oh, and I would be fully clothed. What sort of blogger do you take me for?
3. What does your perfect breakfast-in-bed look like? (Food AND the details, please. Candles? Music? Flowers? Hot tub? Dancing girls?)
What is this? A meme for 20-somethings? Date food? Candles? Forget the candles, music, flowers and hot tub. Just a cup of tea please. And a book. And no-one bothering me. It would be best if Firegazer would leave the tea and then take the children to the movies/park/zoo for a couple of hours.
4. What do you consider the best application of whipped cream to be?
Whipped Cream? I can see where you’re going but I am over-forty people and whipped cream is so last century. But a dollop of King Island Double Cream on mud cake/cheesecake/chocolate brownie or hot apple pie would be excellent.
5. Oh-God-No, Biff, the yacht is sinking! You are sent to the galley to retrieve the food. What luxury food items do you snatch first? The champagne? The caviar? Smoked Salmon? Truffles? Chocolate? Or something else?
If the yacht is sinking I am certainly NOT going DOWN into the galley. I’d leave that to the 20-somethings. I’d instruct them to bring me the milk chocolate and make it snappy.
OK, so now I need to tag 5 people. But I'm not much of a tagger, 'coz my list will end up 10 people long (like my first try) so if you if you want to have a go at this -do so.
6 comments:
I won't be doing your meme. Clearly the answer to every question is supposed to be something smutty. You managed to rise above it though, so mature!
Who eats without clothes? Is that even hygienic? What if you drip hot sauce and you don't have a shirt to catch it? Danger, danger, danger...
Aaaah, many a romance has been fueled by Chelsea Pizza!!
Glad to see you rose above it. It's a long time since I was a 20-something, I struggled too.
I'm sure Tracey means mature in a non-elderly kind of way. She also makes a good point about the hot sauce. I'm with you on the sinking yacht (not literally of course). Who is going to go DOWN to the galley of a sinking ship??? I'd be in the lifeboat having people toss things to me.
I read it all I promise but the thing that struck me was Samboy chips. Which led me to recalling Sunnyboy iceblocks.
I am now hungry.
Food in bed? No way. Who do you think changes the sheets around here??
Having said that, when the cricketer is away, I have been known to retire at 7.30pm with a good book, a hot milo and a block of Lindt 80%.
Samboys and Sunnyboys are guaranteed to take me back to childhood - those carefree days when what are now called Fadds, were called Faggs and we all walked around pretending they were real cigarattes whilst our parents laughed.
I too am resisting the smut. A first, I assure you.
My perfect breakfast thoughts are an exact echo of yours.
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