12 December 2006

21 and then there was fudge

exploring is awesome. even the names of explorers are awesome. buzz aldrin, christopher columbus, amerigo vespucci. if your name's amerigo, you really can't help but be awesome. and explore.

because exploring is awesome. there's something inherently glamorous about anything that involves an atlas and exploring not only involves an atlas but also boats and balloons and trains and horses and guns and nazis and natives and a big, bad mystery either in the desert or a rainy eastern european communist country.

that said, i really just want to stay home. my name is kind of plain and not very explorery. so i explore on a small scale- at the h+m clearance rack and in my sock drawer. but tonight i went all out and really scavanged. tonight, i took on the freezer.

i thawed some ancient chicken and some old frozen green beans and made a huge bowl of nasty. then i began digging deeper. moving the many-months-old pint of sherbert, pushing past the bag of rice, ducking out of the way of the random frozen lemonade, my attention riveted to the blue tin gleaming in the distance.

i'm not a fan of chocolate, but there are days. and there, in the distance, was grandcupcake's fudge.

the fudge that grandcupcake carefully packed and secreted in my bag as i was leaving last february. i wasn't to share it with the parents cupcake. this is all yours, she said, because a girl going to the big city needs her fudge.

looking in the tin last february, i thought, a girl going to the big city doesn't need THAT much fudge, so the bulk of it was frozen and forgotten until tonight, when i peered past the sherbert and the rice and the lemonade and saw that blue tin gleaming in the distance and thanked God that i have a grandmother who knows that a girl in the big city needs her fudge.

21 comments:

nick said...

if it were to need a slogan:

grandcupcake's fudge - actually better than a jell-o pudding pop!

oline said...

one-track-mind-olas!

when was the last time you had a pudding pop? it's been since at least 1991 for me. 15 years without a pudding pop. wow. we're due.

Bombsy said...

see, i will never understand your restraint in the face of chocolate.

oline said...

i think it largely has to do with the fact that the grandcupcake's fudge is the ultimate chocolate and nothing else ever quite measures up. so, in the meantime, i devour breads instead.

Les Savy Ferd said...

i like me some chocolate. and breads. and fudge. when is lunch again? damn, only 9:30am.

oline said...

it's now 10.29. in high school, they started serving lunch at 10.30, so it's a school-board sanctioned respectable time to dine.

Linda said...

I forgot about that! No wonder we always get hungry at 10:30.

oline said...

so we're totally justified since they made us eat at 10.30. huzzah!

Les Savy Ferd said...

i remember the middle school cafetorium. cardboard slabs of pizza, dollops of mashed potatoes that never de-dolloped no matter how much gravy substitute they were drowning in. The only thing they didn't mess up were those miniature cartons of chocolate milk tho the tiny portions forced us to double-deuce them every day.

oline said...

as the dairy queen, i always wanted to double-deuce the tiny milk portions, but couldn't summon the nerve. so intead i ran home after school and drank a gallon to make up for it.

Meggie said...

It never failed that every single friggin' year I got stuck with 10:30 lunch on one day and the 12:30 lunch on the other day. So, I was never hungry at 10:30 and starving by the time it got to 11:30. Stupid Centennial.

oline said...

i did too. guess that's why we ate lunch together all those years. remember the year of mel's boyfriend? think that was my fave of all our bizarro lunching experiences.

Meggie said...

Oh, it was so bizarre. And how we couldn't tell anyone 'cause he was sneaking in the school and would get in trouble 'cause we were like 17 and he was something like 21. Plus, it was like 6 or 7 people in a booth. Why did we never grab a table?

oline said...

it was our booth. we couldn't evacuate to a table. but yes, there definately some togetherness going on.

oline said...

speaking of lunches- wasn't there something that emerged in a sixth grade lunch about your uncle and a twinkie factory? what was that about?

Les Savy Ferd said...

this i gotta hear.

oline said...

meggie has an actual real person job where she doesn't have time to check the internet all day, so you may have to wait awhile pirate. alls i remember is something about me bringing a twinkie to school and her either telling a whopper about an uncle being wounded in a twinkie factory or her telling a truth that we all mistook for a lie about an uncle who was wounded in a twinkie factory.

Meggie said...

*LOL* I forgot about the twinkie factory!!! It was so a lie. My uncle lived on the Marshall Islands and designed missiles for the government. Oops, probably shouldn't have said that.

Then he left and worked for NASA designing the space shuttles that currently keep exploding.

Meggie said...

And yes, Pirate... Some of us do work real jobs and are unable to check the internet constantly throughout the day. We actually have to do stuff... And try to look important.

oline said...

i think i vaguely remember trying to tell you not to tell lies like that but your eyes glimmered with tears and i almost believed it was true, which is why i worded the comment above so hesitantly, because i still had doubts that you might really have an uncle who lost a limb in a twinkie factory. oh the lies between us, my valentine!

Meggie said...

I've had years of practice at lying convincingly. I can bring up alligator tears at the drop of a hat.