Now. Those who know me know that somedays I just throw caution to the wind.
I see danger and think ‘What the hell. I’ll give it a go’.
Today was one of those days. For today I ate a food thing that wobbled!
Yes. I know this sounds odd, but hose close to me know my strict aversion to wobble things. I just don’t trust them (with one exception).
And let’s be honest. This isn’t the strangest thing I’ve blogged about.
Situated on a plane from Madrid to Zurich, desert / pudding was deceivingly named ‘toffee delight’. But only once it arrived would I realise the deceit. For a delightful food is not wobbly food.
Nevertheless I surprisingly found myself thinking
Thomas, you’re 30 something. You’re getting married next year. MTFU and eat that wobbly gelatinous toffee monster. You might like it!
Yes the voices in my head refer to myself in the third person. It’s complicated.
So although having to close my eyes before each mouthful. I loaded my mouth and swallowed whilst concentrating all my voices towards the faux-toffee flavour. Yummy….
And what was the conclusion of this emeblope pushing?
FOOD SHOULDN’T FUCKING WOBBLE
Earthquake resistent building on the other hand. now they should wobble. But only during an earthquake. Wobbly things need to know their place and act accordingly.
Although what I hate most are the things in life that pretend not to be wobbly then when you least expect it…
Wibblee Wobblee Woooo!!!!
Or jelly that hides away in otherwise unsuspecting food. Fuck you jelly. I know your game.