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Jan. 17th, 2007 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickWhen I was a child and presented with bowls of mixed nuts, I picked out the peanuts and ate them. I liked the peanuts best, still do. My brother Joe liked the cashews and went for those first. And my mom ate the big Brazil nuts that I thought were totally gross.
Today brother-the-younger was heading out to the store to get some ham hocks for to make ham-n-bean soup because baby, it's cold outside. He'd apparently tossed a perfectly good ham bone without thinking too much about it here in the past day or so, but brother-the-younger is a tosser and these things happen. Anyway, he was heading out to the store this evening to procure ham hocks for the seasonally-appropriate making of ham-n-bean soup. As he was heading out to the Ham Hock Emporium, his wife, who was spending her evening slogging through a gazillion pages of not-very-exciting work-related reading, asked brother-the-younger to pick up something ending in tos for her to munch on while reading the uninspired legalese. (You know snack foods ending in tos, right? Cheetos, Doritos, Fritos. That sort of thing.) And brother-the-younger said to his wife, "Some Brazil nuts, then?"
His wife, who is an enlightened and fairly politically correct person, was not particularly amused by his effort at japery. Brother-the-younger thought that his comment was funnier than the reception it got at his house, so he called me, secure in the knowledge that I will laugh at all manner of inappropriate things. He was not disappointed. Good one on yer, there, brother-the-younger.
(For the confused, there is a lot of useful information about Brazil nuts at Wikipedia.)
Today brother-the-younger was heading out to the store to get some ham hocks for to make ham-n-bean soup because baby, it's cold outside. He'd apparently tossed a perfectly good ham bone without thinking too much about it here in the past day or so, but brother-the-younger is a tosser and these things happen. Anyway, he was heading out to the store this evening to procure ham hocks for the seasonally-appropriate making of ham-n-bean soup. As he was heading out to the Ham Hock Emporium, his wife, who was spending her evening slogging through a gazillion pages of not-very-exciting work-related reading, asked brother-the-younger to pick up something ending in tos for her to munch on while reading the uninspired legalese. (You know snack foods ending in tos, right? Cheetos, Doritos, Fritos. That sort of thing.) And brother-the-younger said to his wife, "Some Brazil nuts, then?"
His wife, who is an enlightened and fairly politically correct person, was not particularly amused by his effort at japery. Brother-the-younger thought that his comment was funnier than the reception it got at his house, so he called me, secure in the knowledge that I will laugh at all manner of inappropriate things. He was not disappointed. Good one on yer, there, brother-the-younger.
(For the confused, there is a lot of useful information about Brazil nuts at Wikipedia.)
