FOOD FIGHT!!!!!

Okay, so, I've never experienced a food fight. Ever. I have three random ambitions in life. One, to take my Black Lab/Australian Shepherd puppy, whose name is Mercedes Benz, in a black Mercedes convertible; to get a black eye...I've never had a black eye despite being a very aggressive soccer player and getting 5 concussions, I've yet to have a dark circle around my eye by natural causes; and finally, to get in a full-fledged, all-out food fight. I think it would be soooo much fun to have the joy to start a food fight and then to just pummel and get pummeled with food. At my parent's house, over the years I've attempted to start food fights, but every time I've managed to not get caught until after I launch the broccoli, or piece of bread, at one of my little sisters, my parents immediately, sternly crack down (I would rebel, except I would get threatened with sleeping in the dog house and it would be enforced, unfortunately). I want a food fight :)

Fresh. Boiled. Cranberries.

Sometimes my roommates and I stay up late chatting about life and our thoughts and opinions. We always congregate in our kitchen and consequently eat. Depending on whether we've got the munchies or want a real meal, we call these gatherings "food fests" or "midnight feasts" respectively. During this particular food fest, even though we weren't discussing food, I brought up how much I love - Fresh. Boiled. Cranberries. Upon hearing this proclamation, my roommates laughed and made fun of me for so dramatically stating my love for this treat. I continued to explain to them that I crave Thanksgiving because Thanksgiving dinner means I will get to sample this fruit's wonderfully sweet acidity. I love - Fresh. Boiled. Cranberries.

I love food!!

I enjoy sushi. I crave it sometimes. One of these times, I was sick and had thrown up a couple times earlier that day but since i was craving sushi and feeling a little bit better, I went to a sushi restaurant with one of my best friends. He, having been to this specific sushi restaurant before, ordered for the both of us. He told me that he was going to order a "surprise" for me but that he had already tried it and wasn't going to again. These were the best words of encouragement he could have possibly uttered. So, when the waiter arrived with our platter of sushi, I noticed this slimy, grayish lump on top of a piece of sushi. Thayne, the friend who had concocted this, started chortling. I picked up this gray mass and realized, it was a baby octopus. A pickled baby octopus. This meant that this animal, about the size of of the palm of my hand, had been stuck in a jar, probably with other little baby octopuses, and had soaked for who knows how long until it was thoroughly slimy and wet. That is how this sea creature came to be caught up in my chop-sticks. Thayne, informed me that he would understand if I didn't eat it because I had been sick all day and because you could still see the eye-balls on the little bugger. I proceeded to put the pickled baby octopus in my mouth, then I started chewing. Just a little tip, if you ever happen to eat a pickled baby octopus, don't chew it. Anyway, my friend was across the table grinning away at me as I masticated this animal. I finally realized I should stop chewing and swallowed the slimy ball. Then, I laughed with Thayne. The best part is that I held it down :)