Monday, April 30, 2007

Junk food

It's interesting to see how people who have no vested interest in our daughter Miriam feed her while she's under their care.

Every time we go to the Saudis' house, they pump her full of potato chips, Ferrero Rocher, Snickers, and Tang. Yuck. Such foods are hardly conducive to a productive mealtime later in the day. But in the meantime, it entertains her and, more importantly, endears them to her.

Last night, we left Miriam in the care of some members of our church congregation (along with a dozen other kids) while we attended a regional meeting in the same building. Two hours later, when we went to pick her up, we found out that they had given the kids Oreos and Capri Suns for a snack. The evidence was smeared all around Miriam's mouth (..and also [TMI alert] inside of her diaper a little less than 24 hours later).

I hardly need tell you that the people in charge of the babysitting were a)men, and b)childless or grandparents.

Still, I guess it's good practice for when we're in Jordan. In foreign countries, I hardly need to eat sweets at home because I know that wherever we go, we'll be offered all kinds of snacks and desserts. I remember one day in particular in Krasnoyarsk, Russia. We spent the whole day making visits to old friends of Jeremy's. Everyone who we visited fed us, which was great. The problem is, they only fed us cake, ice cream, and herbal tea.

There really can be too much of a good thing.

(Wasn't that a Pete & Pete episode? Or maybe Clarissa Explains It All).

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Midnight laughs

I woke up the night before last to the sound of Jeremy being strangled to death next to me in bed.

But as soon as I collected my wits, I realized that he was just trying to muffle his laughter from a video he was watching on a video iPod (on loan from the BYU).

It was 1 o'clock in the morning, and Jeremy was helpless with laughter, watching a video on a video iPod. He had stayed up late studying and chose to wind down for sleep in this manner (?). At the time, I was really annoyed with him for waking me up, even more so because he would not stop laughing.

In the morning, he showed me the video he found so funny in the middle of the night. I watched it, and was amused:

But I wasn't having difficulty breathing or anything, like Jeremy was the night before. No, that kind of laughter came when I watched the remake of said video, created by (apparently) some workers at an office using only props they had on hand:

I think the remake is funnier than the original. Maybe it's because I keep imagining these office workers rehearsing it over and over again outside their cubicles. They get the intonation and everything just right.

I wonder if Pinky ever got adopted...

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Costco-sized grapes

Does anyone else remember the comic strip Adam? It's probably still running, but the panel I remember most is at least ten years old (the last time I read the comics). The title character goes shopping at a Costco clone and comes out with a box of Cheerios so big that it fills the shopping cart and he has to strap it to the luggage rack on top of his car. When he gets home and pours out a bowl, it turns out that the entire cereal box holds only 3 or 4 humongous O's - they are also "Costco-sized."

Yesterday we bought some grapes at Costco. They have the most reliably delicious produce outside of the Middle East, though it's often (but not always!) more expensive than at a regular grocery store. If you do the math, though, it's often cheaper to spend more on two pounds of fruit that is delicious from beginning to end, than to save at the grocery store but end up throwing half of it away.

But I digress. These grapes we bought are gigantic. They are so big that I found myself having to eat them in bites.

The only unfortunate thing is that they have seeds. I made sure to check when we bought them, and all I saw was "Red Seeded Grapes." My mind processed that phrase as "Red grapes that have been seeded," in the same way that a peeled banana is peeled. But apparently, the word I should have been looking for was "seedless." My mistake.

In my defense, however, it seems they should call them something else. It really is kind of confusing. Maybe "seedful," "non-seedless,"or "seedy." Well, actually, scratch that last one.

In any case, they're delicious, seeds and all.

Friday, April 27, 2007

A thousand words

Sometimes pictures can tell a whole story. This morning, I took a picture of what I saw just as I was walking out the door.

In case you can't tell, the story is something like:

Somehow, probably through Dad's negligence, little Miriam got a hold of a Hot Tamale. From the evidence here, I'm guessing she didn't like it. This also explains why she came running into the den this morning with the box of Hot Tamales, insisting I take them.

In similar incidents, I have recently found 1)a partially eaten banana in the car, 2)yucky spat-out string cheese remnants, also in the car, and 3)lots of little milk drips around the house where she turned her sippy cup upside down.

If only we could all act this way when we didn't like our food...

Wednesday, April 25, 2007


I usually love those internet quizzes. But today I came across one and was disturbed by the results. So I want other people to take it and get a similar result so I know I'm not the only one who's doomed.

There are four lengths of the test: you can take a short quiz, short-medium, medium, or long one. The accuracy of your results increases with the length of the quiz. Of course, we are talking about a random internet quiz, so I'm not exactly sure where accuracy comes in.

Anyway, I started with the short-medium one and got:

You know me - always killing my enemies when I get stressed out!

Needless to say, I immediately went back and chose the longest one. There was no way I was letting that result stand.

For the most comprehensive quiz, my result was:

Hmm. An improvement to be sure, but not exactly the image I was going for. A "social chameleon?" Is that a good thing?

Sadly, things did not get better. I went back and took the short quiz and the medium quiz and got Hitler again for both. I think the trigger question was "I tend to be paranoid regarding my physical safety or the physical safety of others."

Anyone who reads this blog can testify to that.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Contraband hymns

While we're on the subject of being amused at church...

We sang "Onward, Christian Soldiers" for an opening hymn at church today. Singing it brought back a memory of our time in Damascus.

Being a Mormon in Syria is an interesting situation. We're not officially recognized there, and so we keep everything very low-key. We also have to assume that everything we do at church is being monitored. Church is held in an American's apartment, so the idea of having tabs kept on us is not entirely far-fetched.

One Friday (the Sabbath), we somehow ended up singing this hymn as a congregation (in this case, "congregation" means about 6 people). It started out innocuously enough, with me playing the accompaniment on our tiny keyboard. But as we started paying attention to the lyrics, we all wondered why on earth we had chosen that song to sing.

For a church trying to keep a low profile in a predominantly Muslim country, the lyrics of "Onward, Christian Soldiers" could not fit the purpose less. We managed to finish out the song, though, albeit with nervous smiles on our faces.

It was the same with any of our hymns that mentioned Israel in the Biblical sense, meaning "the people of God." The last thing we needed was to have someone think we were singing hymns praising modern-day Israel.

You just don't think about these things in America, but they're unavoidable in the Middle East.


I don't generally go to church looking to be amused, or listening for people to say strange things (though the latter happens more often than you'd think. You just have to pay attention).

But today during the third hour of church, I found myself thinking about waterbeds.

My parents had a waterbed waaaay back when, so long ago that I can hardly remember it. But since they got rid of it, I probably haven't thought of waterbeds more than a few times. I certainly haven't thought of them in the last several years. They're just not something I encounter on a daily, monthly, or even yearly basis. Consider: when was the last time you thought about a waterbed?

So you can imagine my bemusement when, during a 45-minute lesson on "Becoming an Instrument in the Hands of God," the subject of waterbeds came up twice. Two different ladies raised their hands at two different times during the lesson to offer two completely unrelated (to each other, not the lesson) comments, each of which somehow involved waterbeds. I was so surprised by the first lady's mention of it that I can't even remember what the substance of her comment was. The second lady was talking about a roommate who switched beds with her when she hurt her shoulder and couldn't sleep in her waterbed.

It was an interesting phenomenon, and helped to distract me from watching the two homeless guys wandering around outside the church building during the entire lesson.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Looking forward to LOST

There's a lot of talk out there about how LOST has jumped the shark, or lost its way, or is otherwise undeserving of a fan base. I'll tell you right now that I disagree.

I love this show. It is the only thing on TV that I watch. And if there are people who think the show has derailed, maybe they should re-evaluate their lives to see if they're too interesting.

Because the reason I think I like this show so much is that my life holds few distinctions on a day-to-day basis. Sometimes my week goes something like this:

We have church, so it must be Sunday.
We'll have FHE tonight, so it must be Monday.
Miriam has playgroup this morning, so it must be Tuesday.


So the presence of one episode of an intriguing, suspenseful show every Wednesday night adds considerable spice to the routine. LOST can string me along all it wants: I'm in it for the long haul.

Bring on the cliffhangers.

In the meantime, please enjoy this video made (not by me) to go with Season 1 of LOST. It is actually quite clever if you are familiar with the events of that season. If not, it will make little sense.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007


"Чего" is Russian for "what the...?" It was also my first thought when I was at Fry's today and saw the following product:

When I was in Pop-Tart's target market, the only flavors available were marginally breakfast-y ones like strawberry, apple, and blueberry. All of them were unfrosted. They were also forbidden inside our home. I had to beg my friends to share.

Now I see flavors like Mint Chocolate Chip, Hot Chocolate, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough (!), and Chocolate Chip Cookie.

I guess they're not even trying anymore. Even the fruit-flavored Pop-Tarts were a stretch; now they've given up entirely and are just selling them for what they are: sugary confections entirely unfit for breakfast.

But they were on a good sale, so I bought a box. I couldn't see a flavor like that and not buy it, if for nothing other than novelty value. I'll let you know how they taste.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

The case of the disappearing bus stop

A view of the valley in which BYU is situated.

We were at Brigham Young University over the weekend to participate in lots of meetings in preparation for the Jordan Study Abroad program this summer. (Note to all my friends in Utah who I didn't see, which is just about every single one of them: we were there for like 48 hours and our time was not really our own. My apologies.)

We stayed with Jeremy's sister in Lehi. She let us borrow her minivan for quite a few trips down to the Y, but on Monday morning we planned on taking the bus. When we lived in American Fork and our car got totaled (not a very difficult thing to do when it's a Toyota Tercel), we took the bus to Provo all the time. It worked out very nicely, actually. I think I read the unabridged Les Miserables in its entirety while riding the 811 (granted, it was a little awkward during the very moving scenes, and it's possible I cried over a book in public).

Since we were no strangers to taking the bus into Provo, we set out early Monday morning to catch the 811 at the stop just outside Jeremy's sister's neighborhood in Lehi. We had confirmed the location of the stop late the night before - literally about 10 hours ago. So it was a bit disconcerting when, after trekking through the cold, pouring rain for 10 minutes, we couldn't find the bus stop.

There was no sign, where there had been one before. Meanwhile, the time we had budgeted to travel to BYU was slipping away.

We must have looked very awkward standing confusedly in the rain, because a lady pulled over and asked if we needed a ride. I told her we were actually just looking for the bus stop, and she pointed to the place where it should have been. Then she got confused, and said that it had always been there but that now there was no sign.

She said she'd take us to the next covered bus stop, which happened to be the stop in American Fork that we are very familiar with. She even had an empty carseat strapped in her backseat! So we loaded our things, including Miriam, in the stranger's car and drove off to the next bus stop. The really nice lady actually attends the same church congregation as Jeremy's sister, though they don't know each other.

We thanked our Good Samaritan profusely, caught the bus in American Fork, and had a productive morning at the BYU. But it's still a mystery to me: what happened to that bus stop?? How did it disappear overnight, on the very day we were going to be using it? Would the bus have stopped there anyway, even without the sign? Perhaps we'll never know.

Friday, April 13, 2007


It's been a long time since I've played that most interesting of getting-to-know-you games, "Two Truths and a Lie." When the next time comes, I'll be prepared. Here are ten truths and no lies.

1. I modeled for Nike while in high school. For one photo shoot. They paid me $200 and I got to keep some of the clothes. (This is one of the prints from the shoot. I think this particular one was on display at G.I. Joe's.)

2. I have climbed Mt. St. Helens two-and-a-half times. (That's my brother Blair with me in the photo.)

3. I hated "Runaway Bride," "My Best Friend's Wedding," "The Italian Job," and most of "Notting Hill."

4. My favorite chore when I lived at home was mowing the lawn.

5. The first words Jeremy ever said to me were "I think I saw you in a movie once." (The picture is a random one we took while we were dating, just before I went to Japan.)

6. I haven't eaten ground beef in almost 10 years.

7. I gained 54 pounds while pregnant with Miriam. And don't for a second believe that I would tell anyone that if I hadn't lost every pound. (Mom, you're not allowed to comment on this one.) (Here's me at my sister Teresa's wedding. I think I'm about 5 months along in this picture.)

8. I have met President Bush, Laura Bush, Colin Powell, and Condoleezza Rice.

9. My initials are BMW. Well, now they're BMWP, because...

10. My full, official name is Bridget Maureen Walker Palmer. I didn't add the Palmer until we had been married for four years. And I still travel under my maiden name because I don't want to fork out $100 for a new passport. This has raised some eyes in the Middle East and even kept Jeremy and me from being able to share a hotel room at a place in Lattakia.

I think I've got some good ones. How about you?

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Jane Austen & Kylie Minogue

Perhaps somebody can enlighten me: when did the trend of making music videos for TV shows and movies and posting them on YouTube start?

This practice came to my attention after I started watching ITV's Jane Austen Season on YouTube. I first heard about the new adaptations of Persuasion, Mansfield Park, and Northanger Abbey here, and immediately set about watching them. I watched "Persuasion" first, and it was awesome. I basically wanted to watch it over again as soon as I finished.

Then I noticed that the same gal who uploaded all the videos onto YouTube had created a few music videos to go along with them. She took scenes from the movie and added an appropriate pop song to go with it.

And she's not the only one. If you do a little searching, these things are all over the place. There's even one that combines all three movies and puts it to "Can't Get You Out of My Head."

They're kind of fun to watch, especially when you've already watched all three movies and are just trying to kill time until they come out with Sense & Sensibility in a few months.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007


I don't know quite what to think of what happened this afternoon at the pool.

It was a nice day today, like most every day this time of the year, so Jeremy and I took Miriam to the pool near Reid Park. We like that pool because it has a fun zero-entry pool with some fountains and a lazy river, as well as a separate warm-water therapy pool.

We were just about finished with our visit and were toweling off near the therapy pool when all of a sudden, I heard Jeremy exclaim, "Hey, you can see that kid's bum!"

I looked up (what would you do?) and saw that a young teenage boy's swim trunks were sagging down so low that, in fact, you could see the vast majority of his bum. In another moment, I realized that the boy was one who had been in the pool near us earlier. I took notice at the time because he seemed to be slightly mentally challenged, and also because his dad gave the following instructions to his little brother, who accompanied him in the pool: "Don't leave him alone!"

Well, apparently the little brother had left him alone, because here he was running around half naked in a public pool area.

As we looked on, the boy's behavior grew even more bizarre. He ran up to a lady sitting poolside and kind of grappled around her face. She waved him away, laughing nervously at the increasingly absurd nature of the situation, as were we all. Then, he must have decided that his swim trunks were a hindrance to his cavorting, because off they came.

There was now a fully naked teenage boy running around the pool. I heard lots of gasps from parents who, I assume, were now trying to cover their children's eyes. The lifeguards all jumped down from their perches to approach the kid. But he couldn't be caught - he was running full speed around the pool, buck naked.

He ran to the far side of the pool, grabbed some bags of people's belongings, and threw them in the water. Then, perhaps realizing that there was one very important pool rule, which is not generally posted but is very widely understood, that he had not yet broken (not wearing a swimsuit and running in the pool area having been covered already), he went to the edge of the pool, stood fully upright, and promptly urinated into the nearest lap lane.

I was horrified, and yet terribly amused. I looked over and saw one of the lifeguards doubled up with laughter. The lifeguard near us was laughing, too. Two poor female lifeguards had been pursuing him earlier but were now keeping their distance.

He ran around a little longer without anyone challenging him. Eventually, the little brother showed up to help (I don't know where he had been, but I'm sure he got a surprise upon re-entering the pool area) and he and the lifeguards were able to corral the escaped kid and wrap a towel around him.

As we walked back towards the locker rooms, we saw a veiled lady who was purposely keeping herself and her young daughter out of view from the pool area. When we passed her, we heard her say in Arabic, after peeking around the corner, "Is he done?" It was Jeremy's pleasure to inform her that the streaker was, in fact, done.

I wonder if this kind of thing has happened before at the pool. And I also have to wonder if a few more households than normal are having a talk about the birds and the bees with their children this evening.

Monday, April 09, 2007

I beg to differ

I was all set to like this book. What could be more interesting than a book about the crazy lady living in Mr. Rochester's attic in Jane Eyre?

Except this book is ridiculous. The summary on the back of the book set it up all wrong, in my opinion. Here is what is says:

"A sensual and protected young woman, Antoinette Cosway grows up in the lush, natural world of the Caribbean. She is sold into marriage to the coldhearted and prideful Rochester, who succumbs to his need for money. Yet he will make her pay for her ancestors' sins of slaveholding, excessive drinking, and nihilistic despair by enslaving her as a prisoner in his bleak British home."

I don't know what book the person who wrote that summary read, but it can't have been Wide Sargasso Sea.

First of all, Antoinette isn't sold. She is technically the purchaser - it's Mr. Rochester who is sold. I'll give you Rochester being coldhearted and prideful in Jane Eyre, but in this book he's really not like that yet. And technically, it was Rochester's father who succumbed to his need for money, not Rochester himself.

The last sentence spirals into complete hyperbole. I don't even know what it's talking about.

I get the feeling that after reading this book, my opinion should have been something like, "Wow, how enlightening to hear the story from a different viewpoint! What a brute Mr. Rochester was and how wronged was poor Antoinette!"

Instead, throwing all sense of feminist political correctness aside, it's more along the lines of, "This lady was psycho and Rochester was right to lock her away. Also, this book is deeply disturbing."

Sorry, Jean Rhys. Better luck next time.

O ya Saudi! O ya Saudi!

We went to visit some Saudi friends tonight. Jeremy met them through an Arabic study buddy program. Their names are Ali and Abdullah, and they are just two of the many, many Saudi Arabians studying at the University of Arizona.

Once inside their apartment, it was just like being in the Middle East again. Ali brought out a sugary drink, a potato-based snack, and some cake on a silver tray. We sat and chatted and admired Miriam's antics. There were two birds in a cage in the corner, and photographs of the guys' selves and family in full Saudi garb on display.

I don't know if there's another culture on the planet that is so family friendly. If there is, I haven't encountered it. These two unmarried, college-age men were as interested in Miriam as American pre-teen girls are. They must have taken two dozen pictures with her. I'm sure it's only a matter of a day or two before those pictures have been emailed to all the extended family. They each come from large families (9 children in Abdullah's family; 10 in Ali's, with more possibly on the way), and said they missed spending time with little kids.

We emerged from their apartment an hour later, still very much in Tucson. But it was a nice reminder of the fun visits we have to look forward to next month when we're in Jordan.

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Costco to the rescue

Yesterday, Costco saved us from making an imprudent marriage. Not a marriage, actually, but a purchase.

We've been in the market for a few new pieces of luggage since returning from Jordan. All the international moves we've done have taken their toll on our soft-sided, semi-cheapo luggage from Target. We actually had to donate one of our biggest suitcases to DI after coming back from Jordan because Jeremy couldn't repair it any further. It was already held together primarily by some plastic ties and duct tape. It was a difficult decision, but it had to be made.

Note, however, that we are still the proud owners of an ancient hand-me-down suitcase, affectionately nicknamed "Old Yellow," that is probably older than I am. It always attracts lots of stares at baggage claim because it is hideous and gigantic. But it is also indestructible (except for the handle, which broke off upon arrival at the Portland airport when we were flying back from Damascus. Which meant that my poor dad had to wrassle what was essentially a 50-pound, awkwardly shaped, gripless box all the way to the car).

Anyway, we went to a Samsonite outlet store at the mall yesterday to take a look at their hardside luggage. They had four tiers of quality, the lowest resembling large, rollable, thick plastic Tupperwares. The 31-inch model was $150, which seemed kind of expensive to me (for what was, again, essentially a giant Tupperware). But it was the lowest price we'd seen, and we were seriously considering buying one.

It was getting late, and Miriam had devolved into a past-bedtime state of running around the mall barefoot, so we decided to postpone the purchase until another day.

On the way home, we stopped by Costco briefly to get gas and some milk. While inside, we decided to check their luggage aisle. They always have Kirkland brand soft-sided suitcases, but we thought that maybe they'd have something else worth looking at.

And what did we find, but exactly what we needed! They were selling a 2-piece hardside luggage set for less than $100. And they were nicer suitcases than the Samsonite Tupperwares! So we bought them and are exceedingly pleased. They even have those nifty TSA-accessible locks (which kind of bewilder me, because if I'm worried about anyone stealing from my luggage, it's TSA. Just ask my friend who had a laptop computer stolen during a TSA inspection).

So thank you, Costco, for saving the day. It's not the first time, and I'm sure it won't be the last.

Friday, April 06, 2007

All by myself

We have an excellent collection of board books for Miriam. Some of them are new and were gifts from grandparents. Others were hand-me-downs from my mom. I honestly don't know where she got some of these books. What's funny is that the old hand-me-downs from the 80s are often Miriam's favorite books. She gets into a groove where she only wants to read "Things I Take Along" all day, every day, and then three times in a row at bedtime.

One of these hand-me-down books is called "All By Myself." Pretty standard fare for a toddler book. But the first time I read it, I knew there was something different about it. I just couldn't put my finger on what. The cover is innocuous enough. And page one is nothing special. But page two looks like this:

Based on this page alone, I was able to figure out what it was that was "special" about this book (it's nothing sinister - just something about its origins). I'll give you some hints for the answer at the end of this entry.

In other board book news, my new favorite series to check out from the library is the one this book belongs to:

The authors wrote interesting words to accompany pictures by famous artists. There are also books for Van Gogh, Monet, Degas, Matisse, Cassatt, Renoir, and Picasso.

But Miriam's current favorite is one you might not expect. We got it from the library yesterday:

I assume it's OK for me to read this to my daughter. It was one of her bedtime books last night and she paid rapt attention to it, all the way from "Busy town trucks" to "Road rollers."

Hints about the "All By Myself" mystery: The first thing that tipped me off was the word choice. "Mealtime" and "quite well," especially. What solidified my suspicions was what was on the kid's plate.

Can you guess?

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

In the words of Jane Eyre

I read Jane Eyre a couple of years ago while we were in Syria. As with many books, the first reading may sometimes skimp on the details in order to follow the larger narrative.

I finished reading it for the second time the other day, on account of its being the book club discussion book this month (I belong to a book club with some ladies from my church). I found that I was able to glean much more meaning from the book during this second reading, now that I already knew what was going to happen with the story.

I'll quote my favorite passage below. I think it struck me in particular because of what I was taught at church when I was younger. Our youth leaders were always telling us that we needed to make key decisions ahead of time, when we were removed from the emotional intensity of any situation we may encounter. In this passage, Jane is in the process of extricating herself from a relationship. She really, really wants to stay with this person, but her moral character won't allow it. That's all I'll say in case some of you haven't read the book.

"While he spoke my very conscience and reason turned traitors against me...Who in the world cares for you? or who will be injured by what you do?

"Still indomitable was the reply--'I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. I will keep the law given by God; sanctioned by man. I will hold to the principles received by me when I was sane, and not mad--as I am now. Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour; stringent are they; inviolate they shall be. If at my individual convenience I might break them, what would be their worth? They have a worth--so I have always believed; and if I cannot believe it now, it is because I am insane--quite insane: with my veins running fire, and my heart beating faster than I can count its throbs. Preconceived opinions, foregone determinations, are all I have at this hour to stand by: there I plant my foot.'"

Well said, Jane Eyre. Well said.

Monday, April 02, 2007

Illiterate children's book

This is Page 3 of one of Miriam's books. Notice anything untoward?

Needless to say, this book is going to be promptly removed from our regular rotation. And possibly given to DI, where it can corrupt some other kid's grammar skills.

In my defense, this book was given to me as a hand-me-down from my mom (I'm not sure where she got it, but I'm guessing she didn't buy it, either). My not being a fan of Barney (and all his associated tripe) aside, it's never OK to have typos in a published children's book. Ever.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Now's your chance

If you've ever wondered what Mormons believe, this weekend is the time for you to investigate. Twice a year, Mormons have a church-wide gathering we call General Conference. Those who live nearby or make a special effort attend in person in Salt Lake City. The rest of us just listen or watch from wherever we are.

The program consists of lots of speeches given by the church leaders, and beautiful music performed by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir or other specialty choirs. During the speeches, you'll hear religious stories, allegories, and quotes from sources as varied as the Apocrypha (really!), Longfellow, Shakespeare, and of course, the Bible and Book of Mormon.

Check it out if you're interested. You can listen or watch online at

Loaded ice cream

I was at Fry's just now and during the walk down the ice cream freezer section, I noticed a new product. It's Dreyer's Loaded.

Jeremy and I are big fans of Dreyer's Light Ice Cream. And even though this particular new product isn't light, you'd think I'd like it, too. But you'd be wrong.

Because there's no justice in introducing a new ice cream with more "chunks," as Jeremy and I like to call them, when the original didn't have enough chunks to begin with. No ice cream I have ever encountered has ever had enough chunks.

So for Dreyer's to try to con us into accepting a new product because it's "loaded" is disingenuous, in my opinion. But that's just me.

Why don't they just add more chunks to the original flavors, and then plaster the carton with my favorite contradictory claim, "New & Improved!" - (if it's new, then how can it have been improved?)?

For the record: the least-chunkiest ice cream I've ever had was Albertson's store brand. And the most chunkiest is Kroger's store brand, Private Selection.

And that's all I have to say on the ice cream subject...for now.


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