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Put a fork in it
A couple of nights ago when I was working late, I heated up a 100 Grand Bar for a little snack. I looked around the office kitchen for a spoon with which to eat it, and I couldn't find one. Fortunately I was able to find a box of knives.

Being nothing if not adaptable, I ate my candy bar with a plastic knife. I also cooked it using its own wrapper as a container of sorts, since I couldn't find any plates either.

It reminded me of my freshman days of college. I lived on the fourth floor of an all-frosh co-ed dormitory. We had one older student living on the floor to, the RA who was supposed to organize us and make us feel good and such. Her way of doing this was by having monthly ice cream pie parties, to celebrate birthdays.

She provided the pies and plates, but we were expected to bring our own utensil. Not a fork, not a spoon, just a utensil. We were poor college students who ate all of our meals at the dining hall after all. Most of us only owned one utensil.

Kids would wander into her room everry month holding their utensil -- sometimes a fork, perhaps a spoon, a butter knife, even the occasional spork. My utensil was, if I recall correctly, a spoon stolen from cafeteria. But it was ice cream pie. It could be eaten with any sort of utensil, as long as one threw away any old-age parent-imposed notions of what should be eaten with what.

That was one of the things I learned in college - how to make do with whatever I had available. I could climb two stories with a bunch of chairs piled on top of one another to hang a tapestry. I pounded in nails with a bike lock. I found out how to decorate a Christmas tree with nothing but school supplies and lunch leftovers.... I even know how to enjoy yogurt with a fork.

I did not learn to cook my candy bars there, if that is what you are thinking Gentle Reader. No... all I owned was a hot pot and a toaster oven (and a spoon). I knew how to make grilled cheese sandwiches, but microwaving chocolate was beyond my abilities.

It was after college that I learned that many treats are better warmed up. Take a Moon Pie, for example. I had a fun conversation with a few people about the Moon Pie in the con suite on friday night. On its own, it's kind of like a s'more, but not nearly as good, and rather dry. But if you put it in the microwave for just 20 seconds, it gets all warm and melty, the marshmallow stretchy, and delicious when eaten with a spoon. I can't take credit for this discovery: it's written right on some of the wrappers.

100 Grand Bars are much the same way. Microwave it for just 15 seconds, and it's no longer as chewey. Instead the chocolate is soft but not actively melting, and the caramel is gooshy and delicious. Definitely spoon material -- or knife, in a pinch.

Lots of other sweet treats are better when stuck in a microwave for a bit. I'm capable of eating these items raw. I just prefer them cooked.

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ellison From: ellison Date: January 26th, 2007 09:22 am (UTC) (Link)
The things you never think of on your own! I'll have to try this microwaving desserts idea! (I do like microwaving doughnuts already.)

Your college days sound fun! Sometimes I wish I'd gone straight to college and had experiences like that. Sometimes my life seems like it's been so grown up, even from a young age. How odd! Maybe I need to do more kidlike things. I suppose leaping over puddles with a puppy today might count! I also tried to ride the grocery cart yesterday, but it didn't feel weighted down enough, so maybe next time. :)
jenx From: jenx Date: January 26th, 2007 09:31 am (UTC) (Link)
Dear sweet Jeebus . . . my chocolate fix will never be the same!
encorecrazay From: encorecrazay Date: January 26th, 2007 01:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
Haven't tried nuking a 100 Grand bar, but I do keep a couple of plastic sporks in a drawer just in case they're needed (picked them up at a fast food joint).
retepsnave From: retepsnave Date: January 26th, 2007 02:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
interesting... that's certainly worth a try!

I remember discovering a frozen snicker bar was far superior on a hot summer day (this was long before snicker ice cream bars) I remember that the lady who owned the single store/convenient/grocery/etc in town used to hide one in the freezer for me... :-)


so what I want to know is how just how you managed to stack enough chairs high enough (and climb them without them toppeling) to get to the second story?!? and how many times did you do this feat?

renniekins From: renniekins Date: January 29th, 2007 03:53 am (UTC) (Link)
Well actually, I shared a suite with 4 other girls my sophomore year. It had a huge common room, and four tiny bedrooms. The building was laid out so essentially the high-ceilinged common rooms were as tall as two bedrooms on top of one another -- so many not completely 2 stories, but close.

To hang things at the top of the wall, we had a system. The room came with big wooden "lounge" chairs with strong arms. We would put that against the wall, then put my old army trunk on the arms. Then we would fetch a desk-sized wooden chair from one of our rooms, and stand that on the trunk. Then one of my roommates would hold the structure steady, and I would climb up. By stretching, standing on the desk chair, I could almost reach the ceiling.
retepsnave From: retepsnave Date: January 29th, 2007 01:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
lol... oh my!

what inventiveness!
hannunvaakuna From: hannunvaakuna Date: January 26th, 2007 04:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
Peeps + microwave = (yum + fun!)
renniekins From: renniekins Date: January 29th, 2007 03:54 am (UTC) (Link)
Yes, peep wars! :D
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