What started out as a hair-pulling, bout of shyness, turned into a heart warming, half-hour of son induced inspiration.
We arrived at Greg's soccer practice and the kids were paired up to kick the ball back and forth. Greg refused and mentally wrapped himself around my leg.
I did not beg nor did I bribe, as Miss Sally has taught me the way. I did almost lose it, but in the end I somehow got him to start interacting with the other kids.
And then he did great. This photo is of Greg kicking the ball between the legs of the coach's assistant.
I am a proud papa.
Now, let's see what happens at tomorrow's practice.
Photo via Phayul.com
While browsing the candy isle at the grocery store for road trip snacks, I found the solution to my calorie engorging issue… Swedish Fish 100 Calorie Packs. Five one-hundred calorie packs per box! I could eat the sweet fish with a measure of control! I was delighted.
Next day, during our seven hour trip to North Carolina, I cracked open a 100 calorie packet of Swedish Fish. The pack shone in the sun and light flickered off the words on the package, “Smaller Pieces, Same Big Flavor.” Into my hand poured several smaller, but tasty looking fish. I popped them in my mouth…
Something was wrong. They were not the same. They were slightly gritty. They were not as gummy. They tasted… off. Tears slipped from my eyes and I blamed the glare off the road.
Here is a photo of the smaller fish with a normal sized fish:
You can tell from the photo that the larger fish is less opaque. The smaller fish is foggy.
Here’s a section view:
The ingredients on both packs are the same. I think the problem is with scale (fish scale?) The fish are smaller, but the skin thickness is the same if not thicker! There is less gummy in the middle. It’s just not the same.
Stay away from the 100 calorie snack packs. For 100 calories, eat about 5 of the larger fishes.
You know you've hit it big when you make it as a reference on Wikipedia!
There is a Psychic Fair in town and signs popped up on every exit and street corner with dates, a phone number and a location. I say BULLSHIT! This is what a real Psychic Fair sign should look like.
At first I thought this was dried fish, which also hang on the rack by the register, but fortunately, a small sticker on the front of the pack read “Salt Peach Slice.”
And I love a peach. And I love the salt. And my favorite cut is the slice. A win win win situation!
Usually I spend hours thinking of the title for the Erik Eats segments. The combination of the words is not a simple five second random flip through the dictionary. Careful planning goes into every word for maximum Engish potential. But this week, the title came right off the package, “Green Ecology Limitless Magnificence.”
I’m not sure what that translates into Chinese, but I bet any boy trying to get to third base drops that line. And then he gets himself a little snack of the salted peach!!
Now before we get into the Limitless Magnificence that is the salt peach, let’s take a look at the packaging. There seem to be a lot of words on here. Probably because this is some kind of fresh fruit peach product and it is inspected nine times before it is hand dipped in lead and sent to the states. What’s this in the bottom left hand corner?
!! Tell me if I’m mistaken, but is that a man pulling a deer from that bull’s ass? Oh my God, one of the deer legs has broken off in the bull’s sphincter!! Dear lord! Oh Christ put it down! Just kill it!
All right, with the dead, fecal coated, fetal deer out of the way, let’s move on to the seal of freshness.
Two seals of freshness!! Wow. Double fresh salt peach. This is going to be DELICIOUS!!
Erik cannot stop staring at the recently still born, poop covered deer on the packaging.
Let’s move on without him. We'll flip this package over and see if there are any special instructions:
Whoa… I don’t like this…
A red phone with a number also in red? Usually a red phone gets Batman on the horn. Or launches nukes. Or contacts Poison Control. But I’m sure this is the Salt Peach quality control line. If we find anything wrong with the low level of PCBs, we can call and get more to sprinkle on top.
Now, you might be asking yourself, “How am I supposed to enjoy these Salt Peach?” or “In what manner shall the consumption of Salt Peach take place?” Well, I can’t help you with those two questions, but if your question was, “Using Method?” I’d say:
Use directly, my friend. Use directly. Below that you’ll also notice the suggestion of, “Keeping in cool…” I think we all can live with that prospect. I believe that Obama will start using that in his campaign.
Now, to the area we’ve completely avoided… the ingredients. I assume that Salt Peach Slice has two ingredients: Salt Peach and Slice. Or maybe Peach Slice and salt. A quick look at the ingredients reveals:
Fresh Carambola? Obviously that MUST mean peaches in Chinese because I would HATE to think that I got screwed over buying this product clearly marked “Salt Peach Slice.” So therefore I’m going to put this out of my head and continue the ingredients. Sugar – good. Salt – they got that one spot on. AH HA! What’s this little bit they tried to sneak in and cover with the “MADE IN CHINA” sticker? Liquor? Erik’s gonna have a tasty peach snack and a buzz it seems. Let’s scratch off the industrial strength adhesive that holds on this sticker and see what lies beneath.
Crap. Let’s peel back some more and maybe there will be heroin.
Nope. Oh well. College try and all!
Now, this Fresh Carambola has got my curiosity up in a tizzy. So I went to the local library, found the encyclopedias, found the one marked “C”, and looked up “Carambola.” The passage said, “carambola – see Wikipedia.” So I came back to the office and looked it up on the internet expecting to see a lovely peach and WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!
Star fruit? You tried to pass off second rate star fruit as peach? Here’s a peach in its natural environment:
Surrounded in thick syrup, that’s how Americans eat their peaches. It’s this kind of trickery that got us tangled up in WW2 my friends!! Don’t pull this shit on me. I’d call the number on the package to complain, but I am afraid of launching nukes.
So finally, here is Erik opening the package:
And a tentative sniff:
And the reveal:
So, here’s what one of these NON-PEACH star fruit look like close up.
Inspecting the fruit that of which is not peach:
The taste and chew sequence:
Bleh… no real flavor to speak of. Bland. Un peach.
Here is Steph for the second opinion:
Blech... right in the trash.
Overall, I feel cheated. I loved you Salt Peach! I will find you! Someday, Erik and you will be together!!
Next week: Deer Hoof of Bull's Loin