When we made our trip to The Devil's Playground last week, The Pony went hog wild buying himself some items which I do not keep on hand. He spent like a college student living off his parents' dime! The Pony has champagne tastes on a store-brand soda budget. Speaking of which, he also bought himself some wine. Which I generally decree to come out of his budget. Not off my debit card. But he DID do all the legwork with my shopping list, while I ran over to Casey's for some scratchers.
One of the things he bought himself was feta cheese. Said he adds it to stuff, and sometimes just eats a few crumbles as a snack. When he sat down with supper, he took the container to the living room coffee table with him.
"Here, Mom. Try some feta cheese. It's good!"
"I don't know. Let me smell it first. WHEW! No thanks! I don't want any. It smells like FEET!"
"Heh, heh. It IS FEETA cheese, you know!"
That Pony. When he's not being excessively droll with his dry sense of humor, he can be a laugh riot.
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I would recommend you try some of The Pony's feet-smelling cheese in a salad. Add some canned mandarin orange slices, and a drizzle of Bleu cheese dressing (or Ranch. Or raspberry vinagarette). The tartness of the feta is balanced by the mandarin orange slices. I promise it's delicious.
Sioux,
Oh, dear. There's a slight problem. The Pony left his FEETa cheese sitting on the cutting block, from 6:00 p.m. until 5:00 a.m. I set it back in FRIG II when I found it, then asked if he thought it was still good. Farmer H and I voted NO. The Pony put some on a grilled sausage. He said he wished he hadn't. It's still in FRIG II. It might disappear.
I DO like Bleu Cheese and raspberry vinaigrette. Enough of it would probably drown out the taste of the FEETa cheese. I have no objection to mandarin slices.
Sioux,
You missed a song reference! The title is from a lyric in "The Mighty Quinn." Where it says "That ain't my cup of meat." I can't believe (heh, heh) that you have anything better to do that keeps you from researching my titles!
Feeta cheese? Here it's Feta, with the short 'e' as in egg, so nothing at all to do with feet and certainly isn't the stuff scraped from the toes of the great unwashed. It's nice in salads. That's what they tell me anyway.
River,
Same here. The Pony was making a joke because I said it smelled like feet. And also because he knows I HATE FEET!
It's not like when he pronounces crepe paper as CREEP paper.
I get a F for yesterday. That was a bit of an obscure line... (she said, whining and making excuses for herself).
I just resaw a Seinfeld episode, where the line, "Oh, Rusty" was prominently featured. I know you know this episode.
Sioux,
I believe that would be the Marble Rye episode, with the Beefarino that Kramer bought giant cans of, and fed Rusty the Hansom Cab horse he borrowed to give Susan's parents a ride so Jerry and George could smuggle in the Marble Rye Jerry stole from an old lady on the street, to replace the one that George took home with him after dinner.
I may have some details confused with the episode where the bakery lady sells Elaine a "lesser babka" of the cinnamon variety. Specifically, a hair with a babka wrapped around it. And Jerry gets sick from the strife of the black-and-white cookie in his innards, and breaks his no-vomit record. And George wants to take SODA to a party, and his puffy jacket breaks a lot of wine bottles.
I'm pretty sure about Farting Rusty and the Beefarino, though, and the Marble Rye on a fishing line being reeled up through the window by George.
Wow! You really know your Seinfeld!
River,
Guilty as charged! I'm a Seinfeld fanatic. My sister's husband the ex-mayor might possibly know more than I do!
I make a salad of just tomatoes and cucumbers, add some Feta and a vinaigrette, it is yummy! I think I will do that right now!
Kathy,
I am 99.99 percent sure that your salad does not taste like FEET!
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