Ten on Tuesday! Volume 6
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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1. What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?
Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough or Mint Chocolate Chip
I have snapshot memories of when I lived in Florida for two years, but I'm never sure if they're things I think I remember because people have told me about it, or because I actually remember it. My first clear memory that I know is my own is when we moved to Belgium, we drove from the airport into the city we were living, and we saw a hillside filled with Lily of the Valley. That hillside and those flowers are my first real memory--which is why Lily of the Valley is my favorite flower.
Oddly, it wasn't even my dessert...and I'm not sure it counts since it was for a birthday. At my dancer friend Aaron Deihl's 6th birthday, his mom made a maaaassive chocolate chip cookie as his birthday "cake." I remember being in such awe at the sheer size of this cookie (like a regular sheet cake), and thinking, "but...this isn't birthday cake!" And if that doesn't count, my first memory of real dessert is, again, not even my own. When I lived in Spain for a couple weeks, my family and I stayed at a hotel as Extended Stay. This hotel had a buffet, and all I remember is my dad eating so much flan because it was his absolute favourite and he said the hotel flan was some of the best he'd ever had.
I do, actually. I have one person who constantly reappears in my dreams, even if I haven't thought of him in years. And it's not like he fits into the dreams, he just kind of shows up. Sometimes he'll be the focal point, other times he's just a person in the crowd, sometimes he says something. And there is a dream that recurs roughly every 7 years--I'm due for it sometime this year or next--and it terrifies me. A lot of it is still patchy, but each time I've had it I remember a bit more (so far it's been 3 times). All I know I start out happy, hanging out with friends and grabbing a bite to eat. Suddenly, we decide we want to go to the mall and the scene transfers to some shopping. Oddly, as I go into a department store (always a department store), it transforms that I'm with my family and they're yelling at me to run. Somehow, I know that someone is after me because I've seen something I'm not supposed to know. I tear through tons of racks of clothing, my hair always gets in my way, I'm screaming for my family and trying to find out if they're ok. When I run out the doors of the store, I suddenly find myself in front of a looming white mansion. I take off running down a long, winding driveway that always curves to the left...and then I wake up. Always. I have no idea who is chasing me for what reason and I don't know what happens.
I don't think so...I don't remember it, at least.
I guess checking e-mail falls under that computer thing. It's not something I consciously think "oh no i have to _____", but every day I have to read. And I don't mean read instructions on something, or read the Guide on my TV, or read the headlines on my parents' computer homepage. I have to read a book. At least a page, though it inevitably turns into more. A day feels incomplete without reading something.
Donuts. I hate donuts. Do those count as a dessert? If not, how about éclairs. Or cinnamon buns. I hate all of those.
Back to the UK or to Australia.
A belgian waffle. But not just any belgian waffle--in Belgium, a couple streets down from Grand Place, is a pâtisserie that has these huge golden brown sugar waffles that have small chunks of sugar baked into them. Well...really any sugar belgian waffles from Belgium would be good, but I remember that place well.
I am one of those people that steadfastly believes in having more than one best friend (I can't help it, how I grew up warrants it), so I'm just going to pick and choose some best friends to talk about. My first impression of bestestest...est friend Brit was that she was increeeedibly shy and quiet. First impression of best friend and roommate-forever Mischa was that she was graceful and she made me feel like I was so spastic. First impression of Rachel was that she was REALLY hyper--like, all over the place talk a mile-a-minute hyper. First impression of Jenise was that she was so cool and calm...I thought there was no way she would ever be friends with someone like me.
The idea of dessert pizza grosses me out. It just looks so so sweet, having all of that together on a "pie." And it mixes too many dessert items, in my opinion.
2 comments:
I could totally go without those 3 desserts as well. I have never been a donut girl, they don't tempt me and I never have a craving for them. And I hate most pastry-type desserts.
And dessert pizza? YUCK! It grosses me out, too. Blech.
Dude. How can you hate eclairs?! Next you'll be telling me you hate profiteroles and that's just CRAZY.
ps getting hard to comment on your pages again!
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