I worry about being so five minutes ago….apparently five minutes as a length of time is so five minutes ago. Five minutes ago, meet 27 seconds ago, who just ousted ya (thank you AT&T):
Ah. The ever-elusive Shamrock Shake (ok, now not that elusive anymore as it’s offered at Mickey D’s locations nationwide). Such a delicious special drink. Is it seasoned with four-leaf clovers? Made with a little leprechaun dust? Sprinkled with Irish magic?
No. It’s milkshake that’s mint with a tad of green food coloring. YOU CAN GET THEM PRETTY MUCH ANYWHERE, ALWAYS. Hi, Baskin Robbins.
But it doesn’t matter. In a McDonald’s world of white McFlurries, a green anomaly IS like finding a four-leaf clover. Think about when we see green bagels on St. Patty’s day. The joy!! So funny! So weird!!
Why do we love this stuff?! I mean, it’s just COLOR, right?!
Wrong. Color represents risk (thank you for confirming, TEDActive 2012 and the amazing Color Project) — but one that people feel comfortable experimenting with. And why should color + food be any different? Plain things are so five minutes ago.
If I was opening a restaurant, hell – I suppose it’d behoove me to sell red and green chicken come holiday-time, pastel pork at Easter, and so on. But that’s meat, and that’s REALLY scary. I mean, isn’t everyone, like, totally vegetarian these days anyway? Or wait, is it gluten??
So maybe green eggs (sans ham) are a more palatable first step….
(written at wake-up time, aka 3:30AM)
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….because when you don’t have it (hello NY winter), NOTHING is more amazing. You’d think I was born this morning and had never seen the sky (I’m visiting warmer pastures at the moment).
Winter is so five minutes ago. And even the Universe agrees.
Ok, holiday music used to be the JAM. I’d (secretly) start playing it in September — the warm, fluffy sounds of sleigh bells and twinkling ivories would coat my atmosphere with a warm familiarity more embracing than the most tender hug — a warm cocoon of familiarity that reassured me all was right in the world, and hey — Christmas was just around the corner! Springsteen says “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town!” Magic. Pure magic.
So why, this year, when I turn on Christmas music, do I want to shut it off almost immediately? A bizarre knee-jerk kind of reaction. Listening to it makes me feel like I’m enduring the aural equivalent of last year’s b-side Justin Bieber song. It sounds cheesy and overdone. This year, Christmas music has been like listening to old songs from mid-level blah bands. Where did the magic go for me? What on the earth happened? Has Christmas become so overproduced that it, too, is so five minutes ago? Or am I just becoming Bil Murray from Scrooged?
Or maybe, I need to NOT be listening to “Now That’s What I Call Christmas” which features Michael Bolton’s “Our Love is Like a Holiday.” Yes, that’s it. It’s my own fault for poor selection, really.