In any case, I've been remiss, as Suburban invented a Tag and hit me with it earlier this week. Now this morning I have another one waiting, from Peenee. Will it never end? But, such is my good WASP guilt, I've done them both. Suburban first:
- Go to your refrigerator, and describe the contents in the style of a movie tag line;
- Locate the least popular condiment in and tell us what it is;
- Name the most embarrasing thing in your fridge / freezer and justify its presence there.
Let's just we say stock up.
- Diet Coke and Clotted Cream: A Different Kind of Love Story!
- Faseekh. It's a kind of half-rotted salted fish - "a semi-putrid form of salted and dried Grey Mullet," according to one authority, who adds that it is known for its "distinctive stench." Not, I suppose, technically a condiment, but it's in the fridge, and it's every bit as appetizing as it sounds. What can I say? Egyptians love it, and he did go two years without it for me.
- My name is Muscato, and I have six bottles of Absolut in my freezer. See justification above - it's a dry country, darlings, and you never know where your next one is coming from!
Now, I'm going to fudge a little, because one of the points of tagging, I know, is to pass it on, like, indeed, a chain letter, or the brandied-fruit cult that my mother got involved in in the seventies (it needed a starter, kind of like sour dough, and you always had to be passing part of the batch on, and, oh, I don't really remember, I just can't get the horror of it out of my head...). Be that as it may, and for reasons shortly to be revealed, life at the Café is rather stressy - but in a good way, darlings - at the moment.
So I'm going to finish up tagging and choose one lucky recipient, who can decide whether Suburban's or Peenee's tag sounds more appealing. Wait and see.