Some of you may be a bit too recent to remember the broccoli chip incident of 2012, but believe me it is the stuff of legend in our house and remains one of the defining moments in parenting joy.
In short broccoli chips are reminiscent of fish food filled, wet, old boots that have been baking in the sun for a couple of days and have provided a benchmark for the level of disgustingness of something ever since, but it would appear we have a new contender.
Sinus and I headed off to the liquor store, which is know as the bottl-o in these parts, to buy a celebratory beverage for the end of radiation. I am no drinker... infact if you look up cheap drunk in the dictionary there is a little animation of me dancing on a table while singing eighties tunes, followed by a very unflattering collapse into a snoring, drooling mess.
But glug glug woohoo tendencies aside, I do love all the pretty bottles and labels, and my eye was caught by this little vintage looking wonder... It had cloudy apple juice... which I love, plus maple.... which everyone loves right... and bourbon... which I couldn't really remember drinking in the last 20 years or so, but I had fond college memories of bourbon... I think.... some of those details are a tad fuzzy. The clincher was that it was called the rambler, which seemed to be talking directly to me and was totally appropriate as I am four paragraphs in and haven't gotten to the point yet...
Now I am sure there are some people out there who think this stuff is like the nectar of the gods, and maybe my lack of drinking chops contributed, but this is impressively awful... one taste and my throat slammed shut, my eyes did a funny dance and I had trouble catching my breath. Phantom looked suitable horrified and concerned through her giggles and snorts, which is why she is such a magnificent daughter, but Sinus of course was disbelieving of my theatrics, immediately decided he needed a taste.
Just as he got the drink to his lips, I found I was able to breathe again and managed to gasp out two words... broccoli chips... It was too late though and poor Sinus had taken a gulp, and I must say he made my theatrics look reserved, especially as he added a slight hopping and nose pinching manoeuvre which I had never seen before. The tongue scrubbing and complaining that ensued for the next few hours was truly broccoli chip worthy and we now have rambler as a beverage equivalent descriptor and broccoli chip can be reserved as the food benchmark from this day forward
Of course I needed to immortalise this new addition to our family lexicon, and now it has been done I can get back to painting up the view from the bedroom window... Nothing remotely broccoli chip or rambler about that...
Happy painting all...xx