Mike Dawson (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mikedawsoncomic) wrote,@ 2008-03-21 17:15:00 |
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Lentils
I bought some lentil soup today, which I realized tasted and smelled funny when I started eating it. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It sort of had a melted-plastic thing going on, but not quite. I asked Aliza what she thought, and she correctly identified the smell as weed. But not the pleasant skunky smell of normal marijuana, but the nasty toxic smell after everything's been smoked and there's just the thick tar-like stuff left in the bottom of the pipe.
I don't know why the lentil soup smelled like this. I bought it at a reputable place: the expensive Union Market, which is like Whole Foods, but there are less of them. If I had bought it at the crunchy-hippie Food Co-Op just up the street, then I would have been less surprised. You know what those hippies are like, right?? Am I right? HAWR!
The moral of the story is that I had mixed feelings about telling this dumb story. On the one hand, I figured it was an amusing enough little thing to help fill up the LiveJournal, but on the other hand, I suspect my mother lurks and reads this from time to time, and now she'll know that I know what marijuana smells like.
Pictured above: someone working at the Park Slope Food Co-Op. I think he's stocking shelves.
I bought some lentil soup today, which I realized tasted and smelled funny when I started eating it. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It sort of had a melted-plastic thing going on, but not quite. I asked Aliza what she thought, and she correctly identified the smell as weed. But not the pleasant skunky smell of normal marijuana, but the nasty toxic smell after everything's been smoked and there's just the thick tar-like stuff left in the bottom of the pipe.
I don't know why the lentil soup smelled like this. I bought it at a reputable place: the expensive Union Market, which is like Whole Foods, but there are less of them. If I had bought it at the crunchy-hippie Food Co-Op just up the street, then I would have been less surprised. You know what those hippies are like, right?? Am I right? HAWR!
The moral of the story is that I had mixed feelings about telling this dumb story. On the one hand, I figured it was an amusing enough little thing to help fill up the LiveJournal, but on the other hand, I suspect my mother lurks and reads this from time to time, and now she'll know that I know what marijuana smells like.
Pictured above: someone working at the Park Slope Food Co-Op. I think he's stocking shelves.
