could it have been the soy parfait?
Dec. 6th, 2003 02:06 pmThis is a take-off of DiPrima's "What I Ate Where."
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oh the snow came down and it was a saturday the 6th i think of december and in the dining center people were talking about food while they ate, borscht and buttered bread they talked about, not what they ate. and there was potato leek soup advertised as an unbelievable 77 calories but per what? and there was pressed cheese sandwich on that fake unwholesome wheat bread that gets thin in the sandwich press and red peppers grilled and lettuce gone soft from the grill heat. and terrible chocolate soy parfait with grahamcrackertopping tasting like lemon citrus cleaning fluid, eaten anyway cos not so hungry but snowing and needing spoonfuls.
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I love my friends. You guys are so honest and smart and it makes me so incredibly gratified to be able to share all this scraped-bare shite with you and have you if not understand at least riff on it and usually understand anyway.
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oh the snow came down and it was a saturday the 6th i think of december and in the dining center people were talking about food while they ate, borscht and buttered bread they talked about, not what they ate. and there was potato leek soup advertised as an unbelievable 77 calories but per what? and there was pressed cheese sandwich on that fake unwholesome wheat bread that gets thin in the sandwich press and red peppers grilled and lettuce gone soft from the grill heat. and terrible chocolate soy parfait with grahamcrackertopping tasting like lemon citrus cleaning fluid, eaten anyway cos not so hungry but snowing and needing spoonfuls.
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I love my friends. You guys are so honest and smart and it makes me so incredibly gratified to be able to share all this scraped-bare shite with you and have you if not understand at least riff on it and usually understand anyway.
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Date: 2003-12-06 04:50 pm (UTC)I really like the last line of your poem. "...snowing and needing spoonfuls" gives me an interesting mental image of a waify Olivia with a cold red nose choking down astro-turf nourishment to keep her internal hearth burning for the frigid night to come. Dianne would be proud.
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Date: 2003-12-06 08:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 09:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-06 10:45 pm (UTC)"oh that's olivia!! she's the smartest and most talented girl I know!"
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Date: 2003-12-06 11:46 pm (UTC)