definitely floaty. the strangeness is nothing unusual, of course.
thought, maybe it's blood sugar. so, large cream of broccoli soup in a bread bowl. whoever thought of this bread bowl thing is a genius, not only is it sensationally tasty, but a wonderful overall food experience. ripping the soup-soaked bread, carefully around the edges, devouring it with wolflike appetite and making an animal mess of myself.
oh, there is no doubt some sort of reserved, polite way to eat this sort of thing, but i would never bother with it -- i like to dig in with my hands.
still a little floaty around the edges, but the soup and bread have formed a warm center of gravity inside me, such a happy thing. i love food.
Reread Dan's post from the point of view that to "bonk" means to engage in sexual relations.
Great job on descripting the soup and its textures....yummy..
To 'bonk' in itself does seem to infer some sort of ritualistic activity, however I always thought the accurate term for sexual relations was 'boink'.
i took the term "bonk" in this case to mean, some sort of crash, like, hitting the proverbial wall -- but it is a wonderfully evocative little word, that could be taken so many ways. i love that in a word.
*drool* (at broccoli soup in a bread bowl, not the bonk commentary. i must be nuts...)
I love the bread bowls, but don't get Xkot started on the subject. :) (ask him about it, I'm sure he'll be glad to enlighten you on his feelings about bread bowls)
I like making bread bowls. It's fun. Problem is, sometimes I make all these bread bowls, nothing to put in them.
I'm so bad with soup.
mmmmmm and by the way..thirty-eight is phenomenal!! so great!
Food is GOOD. And soup is good food! ;-)
i am rather fond of thirty-eight myself. i will never cease to be amazed by what that code does to these words.
cmdr taco = personal hero o'mine.
what is the # of words that you can think of, actively trying, that are euphemisms for sex? I timed myself for a minute and only came up with 8
i think there's a webpage for that somewhere. hmm. should go look.
here are some olympic ones, no longer timely, but:
Working Out With Pocket Hercules
Polishing the Love Javelin
Diving off the Half-Meter Headboard
Playing "Hide the Torch"
Curling (her toes)
Carrying the Flag for Team Coitus
The 2-Minute Freestyle Floor Exercise
Passing the Meat Baton
The 20-Centimeter 1x2 Medley
Exploring the Land Down Under
Competing in the Humptathlon
Fencing with the Shorter Epee
Synchronized Squirming
Completing the Orifice Triathlon
Earning a 10.0 from the Judge from Ejacuador
The Purple-Chapeaud Flag Bearer Leading His Delegation Into the Olympic Stadium
oh, now i miss breadbowls. that word is funny, isn't it? breadbowls? sounds like a slang word for testicles.
anyway, i used to eat soup in those bread bowls all the time, when i was in college and dining regularly at au bon pain in 30th street station. not exactly a gourmet experience, but damn if mushy bread isn't the best thing on earth.
how can i possibly be getting hungry at 1:22am? kd, my thighs will blame you for this. they're making my brain look too skinny.
floaty... i get that way when i bonk. i did that this morning when my breakfast didn't last through the morning. it's a weird place to be and i have to get food fast when i'm there or my mental processes get all funky.
eating is good.
...definitely a Good Thing.
Food is the great equalizer, a lover, confidant, friend and all around panacea! (Especially good bread!)